Maria-sama ga Miteru:Volume1 Chapter2 1 - Revision history

Roanstalker at 07:27, 28 October 2013

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	"Ah, I think she might be Yumi-san, over there?"		"Ah, I think she might be Yumi-san, over there?"

	Tsutako-san acted like she was adjusting her ~~classes~~ and pointed to the furthest reaches of the class.		Tsutako-san acted like she was adjusting her glasses and pointed to the furthest reaches of the class.

	"I'll go call her, wait one second."		"I'll go call her, wait one second."

24.167.195.63: /* Tuesday of Storms. Part 1. */ corrected a typo

2008-08-14T18:39:18Z

<noinclude>Tuesday of Storms. </noinclude>Part 1.: corrected a typo

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	Camera, tape recorder, memobook… Of course, despite calling them "paparazzi" earlier, they did not have a hand microphone or one of those shoulder cameras.		Camera, tape recorder, memobook… Of course, despite calling them "paparazzi" earlier, they did not have a hand microphone or one of those shoulder cameras.

	"Oh, ~~gokingeyou~~, you were part of this class, too?"		"Oh, gokigenyou, you were part of this class, too?"

	The one in the lead noticed Tsutako-san and began speaking. Newspaper club and photography club, as expected, they'd had previous relationships.		The one in the lead noticed Tsutako-san and began speaking. Newspaper club and photography club, as expected, they'd had previous relationships.

Vaelis at 11:56, 3 August 2008

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	==Tuesday of Storms. Part 1.==		===<noinclude>Tuesday of Storms. </noinclude>Part 1.===

	Rumours circulate quickly.		Rumours circulate quickly.

Molenir: /* Tuesday of Storms. Part 1. */

2008-07-31T11:25:20Z

Tuesday of Storms. Part 1.

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	A person of such magnificent traits that Sachiko-sama would shift gears after being rejected by Toudou Shimako-. The rumor took on a life of its own, and many people gathered in front of the first-year peach-class room during recesses.		A person of such magnificent traits that Sachiko-sama would shift gears after being rejected by Toudou Shimako-. The rumor took on a life of its own, and many people gathered in front of the first-year peach-class room during recesses.

	"That they need someone to tell them who's the subject of the rumor is ~~both~~ fortunate but painful."		"That they need someone to tell them who's the subject of the rumor is fortunate, but painful."

	Tsutako-san mumbled as they put away their textbooks after the fourth-period class.		Tsutako-san mumbled as they put away their textbooks after the fourth-period class.
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	Her classmates, however, were being thoughtful, and so they constantly guarded her with "Yumi-san is not here right now." Because of this, she was able to walk out through everyone and even go to wash her hands.		Her classmates, however, were being thoughtful, and so they constantly guarded her with "Yumi-san is not here right now." Because of this, she was able to walk out through everyone and even go to wash her hands.

	"Alright, then I have an advice too. Don't be in the classroom during lunch."		"Alright, then I have some advice too. Don't be in the classroom during lunch."

	Tsutako-san spoke quickly, while smiling peacefully and acting like she was simply having a normal conversation.		Tsutako-san spoke quickly, while smiling peacefully and acting like she was simply having a normal conversation.
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	Acting senile, Tsutako-san looked back into the classroom without giving Yumi even a single glance. Her eyes scanned the peach-class room, beyond the door from whence they had come.		Acting senile, Tsutako-san looked back into the classroom without giving Yumi even a single glance. Her eyes scanned the peach-class room, beyond the door from whence they had come.

	The classroom was in the midst of getting ready for lunch. Some clumped their desks together and laid down table-~~cloth~~, some distributed milk and bread and other such ordered food, students from other classes joined in... all in all, it was chaotic.		The classroom was in the midst of getting ready for lunch. Some clumped their desks together and laid down table-cloths, some distributed milk and bread and other such ordered food, students from other classes joined in... all in all, it was chaotic.

	"Ah, I think she might be Yumi-san, over there?"		"Ah, I think she might be Yumi-san, over there?"

Iatheia at 17:53, 20 July 2008

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	==1.==		==Tuesday of Storms. Part 1.==

	Rumours circulate quickly.		Rumours circulate quickly.

Bardsmanship: /* 1. */

2008-06-30T04:43:43Z

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	"That's right, we both did the same thing."		"That's right, we both did the same thing."

	Even so, it wasn't as though their affinity got closer. She felt that Shimako-san and her approach to Sachiko-sama was ~~complete~~ different.		Even so, it wasn't as though their affinity got closer. She felt that Shimako-san and her approach to Sachiko-sama was completely different.

	"In my case."		"In my case."
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	"I see…"		"I see…"

	Then perhaps that would mean Shimako-san ~~complimented~~ Rosa Gigantea well, thought Yumi. After all, rather than two-timing, it was a decision borne out of taking careful look at herself and her opponents.		Then perhaps that would mean Shimako-san complemented Rosa Gigantea well, thought Yumi. After all, rather than two-timing, it was a decision borne out of taking a careful look at herself and her opponents.

	"Well, shall we return?"		"Well, shall we return?"

Bardsmanship: /* 1. */

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	Shimako-san wistfully stared up at the gingko trees while plucking taro out of her varnished, square lunch box. It was slightly off balance from how she looked like a Western-style doll. The talking about gingko, the tasteful lunch box, oh and, incidentally, the boiled potato balls, too.		Shimako-san wistfully stared up at the gingko trees while plucking taro out of her varnished, square lunch box. It was slightly off balance from how she looked like a Western-style doll. The talking about gingko, the tasteful lunch box, oh and, incidentally, the boiled potato balls, too.

	"… You are a ~~bid~~ odd, Shimako-san."		"… You are a bit odd, Shimako-san."

	"Am I? But as long as they do not get squished, gingko do not smell too awful. And that is why the gingko pathway is a sight of misery."		"Am I? But as long as they do not get squished, gingko do not smell too awful. And that is why the gingko pathway is a sight of misery."

Bardsmanship: /* 1. */

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	The clouds slowly flowed across the clear sky.		The clouds slowly flowed across the clear sky.

	Sky-blue and the white of clouds, and below that, the sun's rays shone through the yellow gingko trees, casting a golden sparkle upon the ground. If I were a painter, I would have been able to paint that scene into a giant canvas. Or if I were a poet, into a ~~poet~~, or a song, if I were a musician, saving that scene for eternity.		Sky-blue and the white of clouds, and below that, the sun's rays shone through the yellow gingko trees, casting a golden sparkle upon the ground. If I were a painter, I would have been able to paint that scene into a giant canvas. Or if I were a poet, into a poem, or a song, if I were a musician, saving that scene for eternity.

	"Shimako-san, why did you reject Sachiko-sama?"		"Shimako-san, why did you reject Sachiko-sama?"

Death4578: /* 1. */

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	Sheesh, Shimako-san is definitely an odd-ball.		Sheesh, Shimako-san is definitely an odd-ball.

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Seki: fixing errors

2008-04-08T21:10:03Z

fixing errors

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	Acting senile, Tsutako-san looked back into the classroom without giving Yumi even a single glance. Her eyes scanned the peach-class room, beyond the door from whence they had come.		Acting senile, Tsutako-san looked back into the classroom without giving Yumi even a single glance. Her eyes scanned the peach-class room, beyond the door from whence they had come.

	The classroom was in the midst of getting ready for lunch. Some clumped their desks together and laid down table-cloth, some distributed milk and bread and other such ordered food, students from other classes ~~join~~ in, all in all it was chaotic.		The classroom was in the midst of getting ready for lunch. Some clumped their desks together and laid down table-cloth, some distributed milk and bread and other such ordered food, students from other classes joined in... all in all, it was chaotic.

	"Ah, I think she might be Yumi-san, over there?"		"Ah, I think she might be Yumi-san, over there?"
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	"The summer?"		"The summer?"

	"This cherry blossom tree, it gathers a lot of caterpillars, and I am not too fond of that. But the ~~Gingko~~ falls soon after, and that I do eagerly wait."		"This cherry blossom tree, it gathers a lot of caterpillars, and I am not too fond of that. But the gingko falls soon after, and that I do eagerly wait."

	Shimako-san wistfully stared up at the gingko trees while plucking taro out of her varnished, square lunch box. It was slightly off balance from how she looked like a Western-style doll. The talking about gingko, the tasteful lunch box, oh and, incidentally, the boiled potato balls, too.		Shimako-san wistfully stared up at the gingko trees while plucking taro out of her varnished, square lunch box. It was slightly off balance from how she looked like a Western-style doll. The talking about gingko, the tasteful lunch box, oh and, incidentally, the boiled potato balls, too.
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	"… You are a bid odd, Shimako-san."		"… You are a bid odd, Shimako-san."

	"Am I? But as long as they do not get squished, ~~Gingko~~ do not smell too awful. And that is why the ~~Gingko~~ pathway is a sight of misery."		"Am I? But as long as they do not get squished, gingko do not smell too awful. And that is why the gingko pathway is a sight of misery."

	"Shimako-san, does that mean you happen to take home uncrushed ~~Gingko~~ nuts?"		"Shimako-san, does that mean you happen to take home uncrushed gingko nuts?"

	"Precisely."		"Precisely."
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	Shimako-san laughed happily, fufufu.		Shimako-san laughed happily, fufufu.

	"Why do you like ~~Gingko~~?"		"Why do you like gingko?"

	"Yumi-san, do you hate them?"		"Yumi-san, do you hate them?"
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	With the question turned, she thought. Hmm, she had no idea people actually ate them.		With the question turned, she thought. Hmm, she had no idea people actually ate them.

	Until today, she thought it was like the ~~Shiso~~ leaves for sashimi platters, or like the decoration placed on savory egg custard.		Until today, she thought it was like the shiso leaves for sashimi platters, or like the decoration placed on savory egg custard.

	"I love things like gingko and lily and soya beans. My parents always say it is unlike a normal teenaged girl, but I think taste preference is affected by your environment, don't you? Because I was raised by them, I like bitter tastes, most likely."		"I love things like gingko and lily and soya beans. My parents always say it is unlike a normal teenaged girl, but I think taste preference is affected by your environment, don't you? Because I was raised by them, I like bitter tastes, most likely."