girl, otaku, class pres, student council.

Girl, Class Prez, Student council, bad childhood. We will be the BEST LEADER with a MYSTERIOUS PAST.

Boy, average student, arts club, otaku

>>359509
I'll back this. Seems appropriately focused.

My other possible choice would be average/arts with birthmark, for maximum ability to read others.

>>359535
That's actually what I was aiming for, with my suggestions, for getting maximum ability to read people.

>>359509
Going to go with this. This way she can rebuild the Empire of the Rising Sun, uhm, I mean be the CEO of some company later in life.. Yeah, that.

>>359509
Votan this.
Because something something female dom.

Amidst a variety of opinions, a common consensus has been decided by the audience. You're a young woman, age sixteen, that has an inviting and decisive presence around her; individuals who are near you will seek your attention and guidance. We've only skimmed the surface of your aura, and to determine more, I would like to know a little more about you.

Your classmates have always picked you to be the class president in every school year. Why do you think they do so?

They picked me due to my strict work-ethic and my willingness to lead by example. (+1 to Relations)
I always helped others complete their class responsibilities, so I feel like they picked me due to my generous nature. (+1 to Empathy)

When you first attended the student council, what position did the council bestowed upon you?

Assistant to the Secretary of Treasury (+1 to Academics)
Assistant to the Chairman of the Disciplinary Community (+1 to Prowess)

Erm.. I hate to pry this wee bit of history from you, but what was this embarrassing childhood memory of yours?

I... uhm... continued to wet the bed a little after I went to primary school. BONUS REVEALED! Receive the "Onee-sama" trait, children will admire you and look up to you as a role-model.
I... I always thought that my fictional childhood hero was real throughout my secondary years. BONUS REVEALED! Receive the Champion of Justice trait, you possess a very strong sense of justice.
I... uh... I wasn't aware that I wore my yukata the wrong way in last year's summer festival and it was pointed out by one of my friends. BONUS REVEALED! Receive the Humility trait, your ego won't get the better of you.

Generous, Secretary of Treasury, Childhood Hero!

Ethic, Secretary of Treasury, Childhood Hero.

we fight in the name of JUSTICE!

Generous, Secretary of Treasury, and Childhood Hero.

>>359651
Ethics, Treasury, yukata.

Possessing a strong sense of JUSTICE seems more likely to force us into acting in certain ways than any kind of bonus. On the other hand, avoiding arrogance is always good- and something that we'll likely need in our new environment.

Ethics, Treasury, yukata.

Generous, Secretary of Treasury and Childhood Hero.
The future Empress must be just!

Now let me reveal your aura further. It looks like you radiate a warm and stable amber-colored light; this means that you have a determined and adventurous spirit. Furthermore, your greatest of strengths lies in facing direct confrontations calmly. While your achilles' heel is brooding over mistakes that you've made. I hope you're all satisfied with the decisions you've made as there is no way to mulligan. Let's continue on with this quest.

A soft sigh escaped from your lips as you continue to stare through the small cabin window on your right. It was getting darker much sooner than later, but this sudden change of climate didn't surprise you at all. You imagined it was fairly late at night where you were headed at this hour.

Turning your attention away from the indigo-colored skies, you see a faint reflection of your mirrored face on the foreground of the window. You began to admire at the dim contours of your thin face, seeing a pair of narrow, forward-slanted hazel eyes, a short and stubby nose, and a pair of lips that has a boarder bottom lip than the top. Your hair was vaguely clear from the dull reflection, but you can make out its shoulder-length cut along with the long, curly locks of black hair.

If there was one thing that always made you felt insecure about yourself, it would probably be your forward-slanted eyes. You simply hated how they looked. However, you cherished your curly locks as you knew your friends always envied your hair. If only they knew the perils of maintaining it, maybe then they wouldn't feel so envious.

Letting out another soft sigh, it was obvious to anybody that was aware of you that you were bored out of your mind! You weren't the type to sit idly by for any great lengths of time, and you felt like you were approaching your limit before you snapped.

What do you do?

A.) Pretend to hear nature calling you.
B.) Take a peek at the neighbors seating behind you.
C.) Create some mischief at your snoring father who's sleeping besides you.

B. To do anything else would go against our way.

Has the refreshments cart come by yet?

>>359846
B, of course.

A wastes our time with silly fantasies that we should not indulge in.
C is highly disrespectful.

Without any hesitation you turned your body over to a side. Then you pushed yourself against your seat till you were able to peek over your chair. In the background you see a variety of people with their heads held to a side or hanging down toward their chest. They all looked like they were asleep, and you felt a little lonely from this observation.

As for the row behind you, you see an elderly man in a black business suit sleeping comfortably on the aisle seat. While on the window seat, you observe a boy, that you assume is roughly your age, asleep with his headphones over his brown-haired head. A subtle melody could be heard coming from his circular headphones--is he sleeping while listening to loud music?!

A loud exhale signaled the coming of the boy's consciousness as his blue eyes soon greeted your own. You jumped back a little startled, but you quickly regained your composure and held your ground, returning a blank stare at him.

"Am I still dreaming?" The boy asked in broken Japanese, "Or the girl of my dreams is staring at me in reality?"

What's your reply to that lame attempt of a pick-up line? :D

"still dreaming, try again later"

Shrug and turn away.

>>359916
Roll eyes. Correct his Japanese grammar, and recommend he practice more if he wants lame lines like that to have a chance at working.

>>359992
What? And be a grammar-nazi bitch with a stick up her ass?

No way.

Just go with >>359917

>>359917
This.

You gestured for him to remove his headphones from his shaggy head, and he does so setting it aside on top of his denim clad lap. The faint melody emitting from his headphones could now be clearly heard, and you recognize the song being played by its lyrics, "You're the girl of my dreams, don't you ever disappear from my subconsciousness~..."

The song's title is, "You're in My Dreams," and its a recent hit from this year's new heart-throb, RONIN. You weren't a fan of his to say the least, but you would always be tortured to listen to it as your friends played the song constantly around you. Why would anybody would listening to this garbage is beyond you, especially if the listener wasn't a girl.

Having captured his complete attention, you let him have it.

"You're still dreaming, try again later."

He chuckled and replied, "You can't blame me for trying. I was inspired when I woke up to find your pretty face staring at me."

You're now beginning to regret turning around to spy on your neighbors behind you.

"My name is Russet Michael. Do you speak any English perhaps?"

A.) Feint and tell him that you know very little. This way you'll be able to dodge any questionable questions from him.
B.) Answer him honestly and tell him yes. At least you'll be occupied chatting with him for a bit
C.) Play possum and tell him that you don't know any, then retreat back to the safety of your chair.

>>360032
B

>>360032
B. To lie is not the way of JUSTICE.

That said, if we don't feel like talking, we should not hesitate to stop and return to our seat.

B

Of course we know english

"I do."

You told him with a confident nod.

"How well?" Michael asked with a pique tone in his voice.

"My father tells me that I speak English fluently."

You answered him sincerely.

"That's pretty amazing!" He exclaimed, "How did you learn to speak English so well?"

"My father is an American, so I was raised to speak English as well. I'm bilingual."

The boy smiled at you as he turned the device that was playing the music to his headphones off.

"I know that my Japanese is lousy, but I'm glad that you didn't misinterpret what I've said."

"It wasn't that bad." You replied, "But you do have a heavy accent."

"Speaking of accents, yours isn't all that bad at all."

You smiled from his compliment.

"Thank you"

Your smile only made his grow wider.

"Six months ago I arrived to Japan as a naive foreign exchanged student. Honestly, I was expecting some pretty wild things during my visit. I guess shouldn't have listened to what other people had told me about Japan; I'm glad that they were wrong. Although, I did had quite an initial culture shock for the first few months."

His grand smile didn't last for too long as it now changed into a small frown.

"I should be excited that I'm returning back home now, but I can't help but feel a little down."

His melancholy didn't last for too long as he returned his attention back to you, "Oh! I didn't ask for your name. Would you mind revealing it for me?"

Please don't choose a silly name. I beg of you all! D:

Twisty McNipples Sue Wong

(Edited once I took a closer look at the family background. Last name most likely wouldn't be Japanese, but first name could very well be.)

Hikaru Steinway

Seconding Hikaru Steinway

>>360175

Gentlemen, may I suggest Wakana Steinway instead? Wakana means "Harmonious Music" and Steinway is the name of a piano company.

>>360225
I must admit that my love for themed names has me supporting this instead of my original suggestion.

>>360225
I approve

"It's Wakana Steinway."

The boy grinned the moment he heard your name.

"That's a cute name, Miss Steinway."

You're not accustomed to a boy's affection that your cheeks flushed red. The boys back at home never attempted to woo you. You've always been disappointed about this, and your friends explained to you before that you were too intimidating for boys due to your high grades, your position as the class president, and your busy work with the student council. This is all new to you, and you felt a little awkward yet excited at the same time.

"So are you traveling to Seattle on your own?"

You shook your head to his inquiry, "No. My father and I are moving there due to my mother's work."

"Oh?!" He exclaimed with a surprised expression, "I happen to live in Seattle!"

The boy paused for a brief moment, settling his excitement down before speaking again.

"Say... once you get settled down in your new home, would you like me to show you around town?"

I'm leaving Wakana's answer up to you guys before moving onto the next scene of the prologue. Sorry for the late update.

>>360479
Nyet. Say that we live a while away from the airport and this was just the cheapest place to land at.

say he'll have to wait and see. if you live on opposite sides of the town then it would be near impossible to do that.

>>360479
Laugh and tell him he won't sneak us into a date that easily... but we'll take his phone number, just in case we're bored and need a guide at some point.

>>360492

They have buses you know.

I think we should agree to it, but ask that he bring another girl and boy along too. Four people is an easier dynamic than two.

"Well, ok, but I'd like to make lots of friends. Can you introduce me to a couple of people too and then we could all go out and see the sights together?"

Laugh and tell him he won't sneak us into a date that easily... but we'll take his phone number, just in case we're bored and need a guide at some point.

Michael looked a little grave when he heard you giggle. He still had a smile on his face, albeit a smaller one. It felt a little unfair of him to put you through this situation; you haven't even arrived to your new home yet, and you're already being asked out to go on a date.

"Look, you won't get into a date with me that easily, but I would like someone to guide me around my new hometown at some point."

The boy nodded as you continued on, "Furthermore, I'd like to make a lot of friends, so can you introduce me to a couple of people too? Then we could all go out and some fun together."

"Okay." He looked defeated as he answered, yet his tiny smile from before only grew broader. It looks like he's going to be the persistent type.

"I know of a pair that would love to meet you, and along with another group of friends as well!"

The both of you continued to have your conversation together, but when you began to get tired from lifting yourself on your side, you flipped your body over where you knees were on top of the cushion seat of your chair. Instead of only seeing a side of your face, Michael grinned when he saw your complete portrait.

Michael began by talking about his varied experiences living in Japan, and how his life was like before being an exchange student. You found out that he was an avid baseball player, and he couldn't wait to play for his school's baseball team again. Unfortunately, he kept on returning to the subject of baseball between other insights of his life. You bit your tongue from telling him bluntly, "Yes. I know. Michael likes baseball," and imitating the last comment like a Neanderthal.

This transitioned into about your life. You told Michael about your friends and family, what you like to do for fun, and you avoided talking about your school life, you didn't want to scare him away due to your success in school. You can save this little tidbit when you really wanted him to avoid you. Though honestly he'll probably end up accepting you for who you are, but you figured that this was simply a naive assumption.

Your conversation with Michael was interrupted when a flight attendant, making her rounds to see if everyone was satisfied, arrived to see if either of you wanted anything.

Drinks, snacks, a blanket, or nothing at all? I'm dragging this out aren't I? XD

>Drinks, snacks, a blanket, or nothing at all? I'm dragging this out aren't I? XD

Drinks, I guess.
Talking that much will certainly leave a sore throat.

Ask for iced tea or just plain water.

>>360691
Drinks and a blanket. The flight is going to be very long, and saying that it's sleep time will give us a nice exit from this conversation with Mr. Baseball in a bit.

Drinks and a blanket

"I'd like a glass of iced tea and a blanket please."

You told the flight attendant.

"Just a glass of water for me please."

Michael answered.

The flight attendant nodded at both of your requests.

"I'll be back soon."

When the flight attendant left, the boy's focus returned back to you.

"So how are your parent's like?"

Your eyes strayed from the boy as you gave your father a stern glare. He was a broad, muscular man, late in his thirties, and fairly handsome in your opinion. However, he did have certain flaws which irritated you.

"He used to be a sailor for the US Navy, but that soon changed when he met my mother. He's a stand-up comedian now that loves to play odd pranks on his daughter once in a while."

The boy chuckled, "Really?"

Your stern expression remained on your face as you turned your attention to the fair-skinned boy, "I do get even with him!"

"Oh... Okay!" Michael whimpered, "So... how's your mother like?"

"She's a computer scientist with an odd sense of humor. I can understand why she fell madly in love with my dear father."

"You're mother is beautiful, isn't she?"

You nodded.

"Okay, here's your blanket and your iced tea, Miss."

You turned your head to the flight attendant, and saw her reaching out for a blanket that's underneath a narrow strolling cart. You turned your body over that you were now sitting on top of your chair properly. The flight attendant first handed you the blanket, and once she saw you ready for your iced tea, she handed it to you carefully. Then you observe her hand Michael a clear plastic cup filled with water.

"Don't be afraid to ask for anything else. Enjoy."

The flight attendant left, heading past you while pushing her cart toward the back of the airliner.

Your conversation with Michael continued onward as he was now leaning forward from his seat, speaking from behind you. You took a brief few sips from your cold beverage once in a while when you felt your throat dry. However, you were beginning to feel tired. You excused yourself to Michael, telling him that you'd like to go to sleep. He understood but before he told you a good night, he handed you a napkin that's been inscribed in blue ink. On the napkin it had his name and along with a phone number. You took it without any reservations, and stored it in a front-pocket of your buttoned-up shirt. A soft yawn escaped from your mouth as you made yourself comfortable to rest.

[spoiler]http://tinyurl.com/3wlwatg[spoiler]

The subtle melody didn't bother you at first. You imagined the music being played was coming from Michael's headphones, but you suddenly realized something important. You were awake, weren't you?

You opened your eyes.

"Welcome to the Velvet Room, my dear!"

You jumped out of your seat, startled to see an unexpected setting around you! The floor, the walls, and even the ceiling of the room were colored in a velvet-blue. In front of you sat an old crooked man in a black suit, that had a very long and pointy nose, on top of a wooden chair, and on his right stood a pale-skinned young woman in a blue flight attendant uniform.

"No need to be frighten my dear child. We're only here to introduce ourselves and of our services to you."

The bald old man looked to his associate and gestured to you. She nodded and slowly approached you.

"Please, be calm and take your seat."

You briefly stared at the walking young woman, noticing her haunting yellow eyes, her long wavy blonde hair, and her alien foreign presence. She walked past you, bending down to lift up a flipped over wooden chair from off the floor. She then placed the chair upright a little behind you.

"Please make yourself comfortable."

The woman spoke to you with an eery smile on her face.

You hesitated on sitting down on the chair but you eventually did. The young woman aided you by gently pushing the chair forward from behind you.

"Good!" The old man grinned with satisfaction, "Let me explain where you are, and why you're here as our guest! But first let me introduce you to ourselves before I go any further. My name is Igor and behind you is my assistant, Emily. And we're both residents of this room."

"How do you do?"

Emily greeted you as she returned back to her position on Igor's right.

"This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter. A room for those who have forged a contract."

Igor paused for a moment to reveal a floating sheet of paper from thin air. The paper had huge bold letters of the word "CONTRACT" on its letterhead.

"The previous client of ours is in a position that prohibits her from completing this contract, so she has placed the burden of this debt on top of your shoulders. In doing so we're obligated to aide you in your search of the truth."

Emily gently tapped Igor's right shoulder, and Igor turned to face his assistant, who was making a tapping gesture on her wrist. He nodded and turned his attention back to you.

"Now, before you go back to your reality, do you have any questions you'd like to ask us?"

"Do I have any say in this?
Who shifted the burden of the contract onto me?"

"Instead of asking any questions, how about you provide a detailed explanation of what, exactly, is going on?
So far, all I know is that some debt has been forced on my by another person, which requires me to search for some 'truth'"