Sakurako
It is now Thursday afternoon. Six days have passed since your kidnapping. Two days have passed since your rescue. Things can go awfully quickly in the Awakened world. Awakened huh? Still getting used to that word. The concept, a bit less so, standard urban fantasy faire, except y'know, it all kicked off with a game of mahjong, and a circulatory system full of what amounts to super cocaine. Right yeah, super cocaine, that's your power. You got tased, kidnapped, and drugged til you got so high you got magical powers outta the whole deal. Accelerates your blood, accelerates your bodily functions, almost killed you in the process first around. Almost, Faith saved you. Second time in just as many weeks even. Still need to thank her sometime, haven't really been able to show up at school just, the Foundry technicians were still tuning your Regalia, the thing keeping your powers in control for now. There are other ways to restrain it of course, but well, "beating cocaine's ass in mahjong so hard it stops working" isn't really something you can do yourself, and the sedatives, well you'd rather not be in what amounts to a fucking coma thank you very much.
Anyway, you're up, you're moving, and you aren't haemorrhaging blood like a particularly macabre fountain. Go you.
So, where the fuck are you now? Well, you're currently standing outside a gym, not just any gym mind you, it's a gym owned by Yoake o-Shiri the so-called Queen of Sendo, she's rich, she's possibly insane, and apparently Awakened ontop of it. She's training people in martial arts here, something called Keijo. With luck it'll help you keep your powers in check, failing that, next time you'll actually be able to fight back instead of y'know, getting shot and throwing yourself out a third-story window.
Yoake
Okay, it's Thursday afternoon, your class is about to begin. Business has been, capricious, but it's on the up and up. Buncha people dropped after the first couple lessons, but well, after decapitating a training dummy with your breasts, there was another influx of students. Most of the ones in the afternoon class are high schoolers, though you've got some part-timers, self-employed types, and college students mixed in them. They're all filtering in when a visitor come a-knockin'. You can tell right away she ain't here for lessons.
Pink hair cut short, cat ears, two tails, and an hourglass figure perfect for Keijo. Spellcaster, she's got it written all over her, from the mage's cloak half-draped over her left shoulder and the witch's hat tilted forward over ehr gold eyes, small vials of some liquid catalyst held in its band.