Shiromi traversa la porte au rythme de l'escargot, prenant à peine connaissance du président ou du livre qu'elle lisait, ni de l'aura oppressive qui couvrait la pièce d'apparence normale. Pourquoi était-elle là? Tout ce qu'elle voulait quand elle a dit à Takeshi que oui, elle allait aller vérifier, était un peu calme - ces dernières semaines, il n'avait pas été en mesure de se taire à ce sujet, et bien qu'elle était une personne facile à vivre, il n'y avait que tant de fois que vous pouviez poke un ours de sommeil avant qu'il ne voulait que le poking s'arrête, peu importe le coût. Seulement elle n'était pas un ours, et plutôt que de le mauler, Shiro a fait une erreur encore plus grande et lui a promis qu'elle irait au moins une fois. Elle s'en est sortie avec un membre fantôme d'autres clubs, 'techniquement' signé à eux, mais presque jamais venu, au cours des deux dernières années... mais quelque chose lui a dit que ce ne serait pas aussi facile pour celui-ci. Juste une fois, juste pour le rendre heureux, et plus important pour calmer son excitation, elle s'est dit... à quel point ça pourrait être grave?
Avec une expression blanche, Shiro a finalement fait son chemin dans la pièce, levant la main et agitant vers le président idly. Elle ferma la porte derrière elle et laissa tomber le sac noir qu'elle avait jeté sur l'épaule jusqu'au sol, l'absence suspecte d'un son qu'elle avait fait quand elle a touché le sol, donnant qu'il était presque vide. Toutes les chaises avaient été écartées, et pendant quelques secondes elle regarda vers les piles à l'arrière, en débattant si cela valait la peine d'en prendre une pour elle-même... avant qu'elle ne se décide et se penchait contre l'un des murs à la place, en se laissant glisser jusqu'à ce qu'elle soit assise sur le sol, en regardant le président quand elle entendit la question, sa tête se tendit contre le mur derrière elle et les bras lâches sur ses côtés. Maintenant qu'elle était assise, la fille aux cheveux blancs a commencé à sentir l'aura de l'endroit, comme une démangeaison à l'intérieur de sa tête qui la gardait sur le bord et qu'elle ne pouvait pas tout à fait secouer... elle s'est secoué la tête un peu comme pour l'effacer du sentiment, mais il ne s'est pas éloigné. Shiro a laissé sortir un petit soupir. Elle était plus calme qu'on ne pouvait s'y attendre étant donné à quel point l'aura était répandue dans la pièce, mais elle ne se sentait pas particulièrement heureuse non plus, et même elle ne pouvait pas se détendre presque autant qu'elle l'aimait avec ça... Shiro soupirait encore, ramenant ses genoux un peu plus haut et une main à son menton.
"Nah... Je suis juste là pour vérifier parce que j'ai promis à quelqu'un... c'est tout. Désolé."
Name: Takeshi Miyazaki
Age: 16, soon going on 17.
Year: 2
Reason For Joining: Takeshi, having spent the majority of his life at Mayami, initially thought all the rumours and mysteries were a load of malarkey. He had practically been there forever, how could things like that just slip him? Though the giddiness got the better of him and he doggedly pursued the poster's instructions, however not before he got a certain upperclassman of his in tow. For his eagerness to see what the fuss is about, and see if the rumours really are true or not, and to find out just what's going on if they are, a particular Shiro has to suffer.
He also had to find out about something that transpired at school about eight years ago for himself once and for all...
Skills: Surprisingly, an adept gardener. Though he's a little embarrassed he grows so many plants at home, especially the bright, showy kind... However, this gives him a heightened knowledge of botany, and the kinds of cures and poisons that can be extracted from or dealt with using the power of plants. At highschool student level, and from whatever the books he has on the subject have taught him, anyway.
Also plays baseball for the school team, with an affinity for the feel of the wooden baseball bat in his hands, though true matches appear to be few and far in between. He is also quite good at whistling, and with a little practice, manage a fine rendition of most simple song's melodies.
Also, computers are his second love. Using them, anyway. He's learning how to build them from scratch and some parts, though he much prefers the part where he can log on and play video games of his choice, and it's likely he knows what you're talking about when you talk to him about 'new' games in store. More so games with a mindblowing plot than what the norm might be.
Personality: Takeshi tries his hardest to be cool. Evidently, it's working for him. Though the keyword is 'tries'. Though he puts on a courageous, enthusiastic front about most anything at first glance, he's the most likely to be psyched out and panic. Concerning himself, the front is to hide a lot of deep-rooted insecurities he has, just like any other normal teenager. Concerning his friends, he's 'the grinning cheshire cat' as far as he knows, 'disappearing when danger is around'. He feels especially strongly about his cowardice, and vows to change it: Another reason why he chose to join the mystery club, but could not do it alone. He makes an effort to be charming as ever at any given point, and enjoys flirting with most pretty birds, though it's only ever lighthearted. Although he is not particularly analytical, he's got quick reflexes (thank you, baseball!) which further adds to his nickname, "The Cheshire Cat". For effect, he sometimes speaks in poetic verse that usually is very bad, but hey, if he's happy with it. He tends to be sarcastic more often than not, especially when he hasn't gotten enough sleep, though even so he's a friendly guy, and happily accepts or speaks to anyone who needs any of him, regardless of their year or status.
The most likely to think up of innovative new ideas and push for them to become a reality, but also along with his knowledge on herbs, he's taken up basic first aid to be a rounded off individual on the 'treatment' front, so knows a little bit about how to treat victims in requirement of immediate care.
Your essential 'healer', however for him to work, you have to have all the items present...
Biography: Takeshi grew up in the city, and attended the school for about as long as he can remember now. Not much truly has happened to him in his lifetime, he always had a good relationship with his family, his mother, father, older brother and younger sister...though an event from his childhood disturbs him immensely. He had a good friend who lived next-door, Shuuya, and he can't for the life of him remember what happened, but something went on at school and his friend started to become quite "paranoid" for lack of a better word. He always told Takeshi that something was wrong, that he didn't feel okay, and he felt like he was being watched and couldn't do anything against it. Takeshi brushed it off as nothing, telling his friend that he was just imagining it. However, this particular friend's odd disappearance in the next three days struck Takeshi as weird, and even weirder when the house beside his, where the boy used to live, seemed to 'shut down'. He cannot remember the last time he's seen the parents smile, and they always seem to be in a bit of a haze. Takeshi still was young then, so he doesn't remember how or why, but whenever he brought it up, his own family remained stiff-lipped, leading Takeshi to believe something had gone horribly wrong, though still left him in the dark as to what it was. He couldn't think of anywhere else but the mystery club at school that could help him solve what had happened to his friend Shuuya, or at least he could ask whoever was in charge about the events that transpired almost eight or nine years ago now.
Relationships: Good friends with his senpai Shiro, or at least he'd like to believe, but with her, you can't ever really tell...Also happens to be crushing on her.
Also, Takeshi and Kazuo go back a year, when Tak's baseball club led him to meet the athletic Kazuo. They became fast friends, and now Takeshi consults his senpai for general life advice, and the pair meet up once a week often to catch up and chill out like friends do.
Other: Takeshi has a pet cockatiel at home he calls "Mint" after the English name for the herb. She's quite affectionate and is happy to be perched on his shoulder while he does his gardening in his balcony, where he truly gets to grow whatever he wants, as opposed to the front yard, which happens to be his parents' domain.
In his backpack to school, along with his books, he carries some aloe in a little vial from his aloe vera plant at home, since you never know when you need the miracle plant. Also, the things in his backpack usually smell like lavender thanks to a little sack of the dried stuff he keeps in there to freshen it up. He himself also is found to radiate an herbal scent due to his time spent around spices and flowers of the sort.