Yet another new thread, this one starting from here.
Mizore stepped out of the pink-tinged, rose-scented cold water she had been bathing in with a smile on her face. She would have to thank that girl for such a thoughtful gift. What was her name again? For some reason it escaped her for the time being. Oh well. She had been some tall, thin blonde with sparkly eyes and a high-pitched voice. It wouldn't be too hard to find her. Her tongue rolled her sucker around in her mouth, and she tilted her head while wondering exactly what sort of manner her thanks could be. Something neat, and girly maybe. Mizore (uncharacteristically) giggled a little and shook her head. "I'll worry about it when I see her again."
That decided, she towelled off, marvelling at how soft and smooth her icy skin felt. No, icy was the wrong way to describe it. While her skin was naturally that cold, it was nowhere near that hard and uninviting. It was more like chilled silk. Even her hair felt alive when she rubbed her towel into it! That little bottle was a miracle worker, make no mistake about it.
She took a step and did not even notice the very slight extra wiggle she'd put into it, nor did she pay much mind to how upon dropping one stocking she bent over from the waist and wiggled her rear at nothing at all while retrieving it. Each stocking slid up her leg as though the laws of friction were temporarily suspended up until they reached her thighs, at which point it felt like they were giving her legs the biggest, friendliest hug she'd ever gotten. Mizore squirmed in delight, another unnoticed reaction, then took a deep breath and pulled the rest of her usual outfit on piece by piece. Yes, this was quite an exhilarating experience, and she had already decided to continue using the rather wonderful body lotion.
Once fully clothed she strode out of the room with a slight bounce in her step. Her destination? Her bedroom. Her reason for being there? A book hidden within a desk on the side of her bed. To anyone that saw it, with the lock and chains around it and Mizore's name written on the front, it might have seemed like a diary. It wasn't. At least not in the sense that the observer would have been thinking of. It did not contain her written interpretations of her innermost thoughts and feelings, nor did it summarise what she had been up to over the day. Not in the least. There was very little information in there regarding the subject of Mizore Shirayuki. Instead the "diary" was filled with something entirely different, that would surely make sense only to someone that knew Mizore even the slightest little bit.
It was a series of timetables for every day of the week. Timetables indicating locations, activities, classes and, in a few cases, people. Not for Mizore herself, not what she would be doing. Oh, no. This was all regarding the likely events that Tsukune would be participating in over the coming week based on observations during prior weeks, and little things she'd heard him or others around him talking about. A quick check of the watch revealed that he would be waking up in about ten minutes, which gave her plenty of time to find a good place from which to follow him.
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Was it her imagination or did everything seem so much more vivid and full of life this morning? Take the bush she was hiding behind, as a brief example. The leaves were much more green and lush than they usually were, and had it always smelled so sweet? It must have, surely. So why hadn't she noticed before?
Ah, and there was Tsukune! Walking along the path he always took at this time every day. It seemed impossible, but somehow he was even more handsome than usual. Moka arrived at the usual time, skipping towards him with that usual cheery smile - and an odd thing happened. Mizore found herself drawn to admiring Moka. She was effortlessly cute, and managed to do so while still able to express how she was feeling. She was happy. Friendly. Had style, flair, took great care of her hair and skin... Hm. The subject hadn't particularly interested her before but Mizore was starting to consider perhaps asking Moka what she did to be so effortlessly sexy.
"Tsukune!" Moka cheered for him. "How are you feeling this morning? Better?"
Tsukune nodded, winced and patted his stomach in a very ginger manner. "I think so," he said, flashing a polite smile. "You and Yukari noticed that imp before he got me with too much of that weird candy of his."
"That's a relief!" Moka said. "It wouldn't do for you to spend half the night being sick... Such a mean-spirited joke to play!"
"It's alright, Moka... He couldn't have possibly known I was allergic to half the ingredients. Don't think anything of it."
Mizore couldn't help but sigh at that. He was so caring and considerate for the feelings of others around him! Even when they'd wronged him that much, even when he had every right to hate them for what they did. Was it any wonder he kept making new friends and attracting the attention of a wide variety of girls?
Of course, after last night's little adventure Mizore had tracked down the little imp and put the fear of various gods into him. But Tsukune didn't need to know that. The thought of the thoughtless prankster's face when she showed him that trick with the spear - she giggled a little at that without even noticing she'd done it. But it had not gone unnoticed by everyone.
"Hey, Mizore," Tsukune said, waving at her. "Come on, we've got a meeting with the rest of the newspaper club! Stop hiding, and let's all go in together!"
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Honestly, the newspaper club was just such a drab room. So devoid of anything of interest! No colour, no soul. Not even ugly, it was worse than that: It was drab! In her mind's eye, Mizore started to imagine ways to go about improving it. Little splashes of paint here and there, new curtains, definitely new furniture.
"On another note," Gin said, but Mizore wasn't really paying full attention to him at the moment. "There seems to have been a rising fashion trend among the various girls attending the school. It's hardly front page material, but -"
"But it might make for an educational story!" Miss Nekonome finished. "Of course, you'll be much too busy investigating the rumours of the stationery thief to have the time to try and chat up girls, I mean interview any of the girls taking part in this fashion trend!"
Had Mizore been paying attention she might have noticed Gin's expression turn rather dour at that particular revelation. Instead, her attention simply couldn't sit still for a single second - now she was looking over at Kurumu, idly wondering if her breasts were that big because she was a succubus or because of some diet that she should consider getting on, then over at Yukari and her silly pointed hat, but somehow she still looked completely adorable while wearing it and - oh, look! A bee!
"... Since everybody else is occupied, I suppose Mizore will have to do it."
Suddenly everyone was looking at her, which made her shrink back in her seat slightly. She nodded, not particularly feeling comfortable with being the center of attention. Now, if only she could work out what it was she was supposed to -
"Alright, that's great!" Miss Nekoneme said. "Head out there and find one of those girls, and ask them about their fashion choice! It sounds like such an unusual style..."
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Mizore looked at the checklist again while standing at the entrance to the girl's dorm. Blonde hair. Check. Pink, very pink, very, very pink clothes: Check. Midriff and cleavage bared to the world: Check. Breasts that lay in Kurumu's league: Check.
Which all meant that the girl over there fit the bill for - hey, a bee! - for the interview she was supposed to be conducting. Mizore studied her for a moment, wondering why she looked so familiar as she approached. The girl walked with a confidence the likes of which Mizore could only dream of, deliberately drawing attention to her curvaceous figure with each confident stride. Little did she realise as she walked forward to try and initiate an interview, she was walking in a less exaggerated, but still similar manner.
"Excuse me, could we talk for a moment?"
"Oh, like, hi, Mizore!" the girl giggled. She was a tall one. Really tall. As in, take a tall person and make them stand on a bucket. It wasn't particularly obvious until standing right next to her, at which point the word tall is the only one that passes through the first impression filter. Her face looked like it had been built by someone with a pencil and a protractor, with the assistance of an artist to ensure it retained that balance between pretty and angular. "Did you try out that body wash I gave you? It's totally amazing!" she giggled and twirled a stray strand of hair that looked like it was only out of place so that she could coyly twirl it and look cute.
Recognition kicked in just then. The blonde hair and the pink clothes had rather drastically thrown her off regarding this person's identity, but - "Romi?"
"Didn't recognise me, didja?" she giggled again. "How do you like the new look?" she gave a twirl, flashing her panties to the world in the process. A few words offered themselves in response. The first and chief among them was 'breathtaking'. Mizore's mouth hung slightly open, though not enough to make her sucker fall out. Though she knew what she wanted to say, the words would not manifest in her throat lest they spoil the wonderous transformation her fellow stalker had undergone.
"So, like, what didja wanna talk 'bout if you didn't recognise me?" Romi asked, breaking the spell and bringing the would-be reporter back to reality. Right. This was no time to be distracted because - bee! - she was supposed to be conducting an interview. Mizore took a deep breath, and began a conversation with her friend, Romi the elf with stalking tendencies …
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Monster Dictionary: Elf
A race with lifespans many times greater than a typical human. Their connection to nature is second to none, and unlike most monsters they make use of glamour as a power source.
Glamour is a form of energy derived from the emotions of intelligent non-Elven beings, with the four notable Elven families deriving greater use from a different particular emotion out of joy, fear, anger and sorrow.
With glamour, an Elf is capable of bewitching humans and weak-willed monsters: Casting illusions upon them, discovering triggers for powerful emotional responses, or even convincing the target that the Elf is someone entirely different, though they are possessed of other talents as well.
The Elf is physically very weak and is repelled in particular by cold iron, which burns at the touch.
- The interview is conducted, and Mizore finds herself very interested in this new fashion trend
- Who else in school is trying out this new fashion?
- Gin's investigation accidentally turns up something interesting.
- What stories are the rest of the club working on?
- Something else
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