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I think you missed what kind of serious I was implying.

>mfw srs replies

How the heck do you mess up quote codes that badly?

Random question, Xenon; how do high school RPs work? I assume you've been in one in the past.

Luin.

I need to learn how to do that with the spoilers.

lol

Freaking red-suit magus.

OT: Never got to know much about him.

(This is a Joint Post Starring:
TheLoneGentleman and Cinia Pacifica.)

Louise rode to the nearby stables and requested a stable for her horse. Albeit in a rather demanding way, they weren’t about to turn down money. After her horse was situated, she walked off to main street in a dignified manner. As she walked down the busy village street something caught her eye. A man with a shining object shined his light past Louise’s eyes once before walking off into the alley he was stalking in.

“Is that it?” Louise whispered to herself. It was definitely faster than she thought. Perhaps they were keeping a keen eye out for her presence, or were observing her all along. Taking notice of the signal; she followed after the figure who carried the lustrous object.

As Louise walked into the alley she noticed two more figures in the shadows, One was cloaked like the one that grabbed her attention. The other was dressed in a blue and gold yukata. All three of them had their faces covered with ornate oriental masks. One a red devil with horns, the second a sheep, and the third a dragon. The devil mask had style blonde hair that came over the mask. He was by appearance the leader of the group.

“Thanks again for accepting our invitation, High Priestess,” said the blonde man. “Let me introduce myself, I am Balan.” He bowed gracefully to Louise as did the other two. “If you are ready we can leave to see †˜him’.”

“Well, you know me – Louise Marguerite,” She said with a curt bow in response to his. “Let’s be off, then,” Louise answered. Balan turned to the wall and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a small stone he touched it to the wall’s surface. A ring of runes glowed slightly before fading. The wall split open revealing a torchlit passage.

“After you,” said Balan allowing Louise to pass him and enter. Stepping through he waited for his companions to step through before raising the stone towards the open hole. It snapped shut in an instant.

Taking the torch from the wall Balan stepped out front to lead Louise and the others. He kept a pace that was easy for Louise to follow. The place was designed to be a maze after all. Formed by his master’s paranoia. It was very easy to get lost in there. Even people that knew the way sometimes found themselves confused at times.

“So how was the ride here?” asked Balan.

“The worst – as terrible as it could get,” Louise replied.

“Did you run into trouble?” asked Balan.

“I couldn’t stand the disrespect from the squad that was supposed to †˜escort’ me, so I left them,” Louise answered. “Traveling solo isn’t so bad, but it is troublesome at times.”

“Aha, that makes more sense. It sure saved me the trouble of separating you from your group here in the city,” answered Balan. “I’m sure these two were disappointed.” The two cloaked figures behind her made no comment, and simply kept moving. It was unsure what made them so calm, but their presence could barely be sensed. Balan on the other hand stood out with appearance and personality.

“Well, I suppose it works as a consolation for me,” Louise shrugged, following after Balan.

“Alright we are here,” said Balan stopping at a dead end. Raising the same stone from before the door opened just like the previous secret entrance. Through the door Louise could see a white stone path with water running past the sides. Spirit lanterns lit both sides of the path, and there were a few side walkways that lead to other paths. Louise’s gaze was stuck at the end of the path however, and the large stone door. To either side, two female guards in white kimonos sat completely still. It barely seemed as if they were breathing. Balan extinguished the torch in the water and placed it on a holder on the wall.

“Not much farther now.” said Balan walking towards the large stone door. As he approached the two guards began chanting something as the door began to ease open. As it stood ajar a young looking man in a stone throne sat with his eyes closed. He appeared to be sleeping. He wore white clothes with blue slits. Two thin blue sheer cloth were placed in his hair and sat at either side of his face.

“Master Vejovis, you have a guest,” said Balan as he kneeled before the throne.

“I’d have preferred it if he came instead…” Louise sighed. The High Priestess had to run around the world for this young land? How tedious. “Travelling sure infects me with the feeling of sloth, at times,” feeling somewhat disappointed at the figure she travelled for; Louise walked into the room.

Standing up Vejovis opened his eyes and rested his gaze on Louise. “It must be nice to have an unaging body such as that.” he said walking down the stairs in front of his throne. “Forgive me for my rudeness. I prefer to use other means of contact. I rarely make appearances nowadays. My name is Vejovis Kramer. We have been watching you for quite some time.”

Ignoring his first statement, Louise spoke in return, “Louise Marguerite – it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Louise said, with a graceful curt bow of that of a high-class lady – as always. “I have heard of your peers’ observant eyes – your subordinates sure posses eyes that finds quality quite well.”

“Yes,” he answered. “You don’t do much to remain anonymous. It is as if you are vying for someone’s attention.”

“Who knows,” Louise shrugged, leaving it ambiguous. She didn’t feel any obligation to reveal her personal objectives, after all. What would be a lady be without secrets? “So, what exactly do you wish from me?” She asked, cutting right to the chase. Someone demanding her so much that he went to the trouble of keeping an eye on her, and waiting for the best opportunity to send an invitation.

“I’m sure you are aware that the Scion are losing this war. Even with their †˜victory’ in Raltese. They have fallen far behind the cursed, and far too fast.” he began. “My one true goal is balance. I will do anything to see the Scion brought back into this war. Since you have thrown your support behind Leona.”

“I hope you misunderstand not; my support lies in Leona III, not Leona IV,” Louise abruptly replied, revealing who she has been lending a helping hand to. Her daughter gained her support only because she is her daughter. Nothing more, nothing less. Leona IV is incompetent; through trial and error will she learn. However, Louise hadn’t the time for actual babysitting sessions. “I can’t possibly support an incompetent queen full-heartedly,” she gave an earnest statement to the topic at hand.

“Regardless, your actions have benefited Leona IV in no small way,” answered Vejovis. “But even that has not been enough to change where this war is headed. My eyes in the cursed land are very few now, but the intel I do know says that you have been their main influence. Why is this?”

“Me, their main influence? Do elaborate,” Louise said, raising an eyebrow to the question. If it was what she thinks it is; trouble was soon brewing for her in the horizon. However, she could see the connection leading to their vaguely, especially after considering her conversations with those facets – avatars she had met previously. Blythe even mentioned once that they were asked not to harm her, too. The cursed land sure is surrounded by much questions unanswered.

(This is a Joint Post Starring:
TheLoneGentleman and Cinia Pacifica.)

Louise was able to make good use of her time, now that her horse had its energy back. The steed carried her quite a ways before it started to show signs of depreciating speed. In the distance, she could see what seemed like a town, but as she approached it; she came to the realization that it was devastated already. Louise felt no hint of life in the area. Nor did she witness dead bodies laying around – it was simply a ghost town.

“Another incident similar to the previous village, mn? I wonder,” Louise nonchalantly thought out loud. It may definitely had been raided by the cursed envoys, but she wouldn’t know for sure unless some investigation takes place. Perhaps I should lay in wait and observe, before I move on; just in case.

As she moved through the town – looking for a spot to veil her presence from the possible sight of its destroyers; she caught glimpse of a man. He was dressed in a red and pink yukata, with long red hair tied in a ponytail. Two blades hung on his waist. Though his back was turned, he was sure to have noticed her horse. Yet, he did not turn around to her. He simply stood there as if in a daze.

If the matter called for it – Louise could simply flee with the properties of the World Gate to take her leave. If the matter called for it, she could engage the man. If the matter called for it, she could also attempt to strike up a conversation in order to learn more about the occurrences here. However, Louise’s last choice was least of the wisest ones; she herself admitted so. She felt that she couldn’t approach him carelessly; she was cautious.

“What is it that you want, Louise? Move along,” he said not turning around. His voice was familiar, but deeper compared to who she was thinking of.

His perception is strong indeed – Louise noted. “What is it to you? And what gives you any right to command me?” Louise asked back daringly, not quite moving an inch to even face him. If one would ask her in such a repulsive manner; it’d be Louise’s duty to defy to safeguard her pride. Not that she was blinded by pride itself, it simply helped her take decisions in an otherwise mundane life; mostly for her amusements.

“I am waiting here for someone. If you stay here, I cannot guarantee your safety. Continue along your path, please,” he suggested once more.

Louise’s lips curved into a smile. “If you know who I am, why’d my safety be of any concern to you?” Louise considered logically before questioning back. If he truly understood what magnitude of an existence Louise was, anyway. She hardly knew him, if she thought about it calmly; he only resembled a certain someone, is all. Her safety should never be a concern to a stranger, much less a person hardly a man from Masario, apparently.

Suddenly, Louise felt an enormous cursed presence that wasn’t even noticeable a second ago before. How truly outrageous, such a being should stab his face to death – only then would Louise would not have to claim that there is none more sneakier than she herself. Regardless, she snapped her reins, and her horse lurched forth, allowing her to narrowly evade the apparently perilous move as it approached. Turning her horse, Louise found a rather thin man dressed in an ornate red top. The metalwork was like nothing she had seen in those lands, and below, he wore a white-parted dress that revealed his slender legs dressed in black cloth. He looked at Louise with a wide grin.

“You did good to see me coming,” he said giving a stage bow. The man balled up a fist in his right hand. “To think I almost didn’t see you here either. Your scent is so fragrant.” The man began to walk towards Louise, his steps not making any sound. It was if he was not truly touching the ground.

“Leave her be, we were told not to harm her,” said the man in the yukata.

“Can it Durran, I just want to play with her a bit…”

“Beings similar to Adair, I assume?” Louise narrowed her eyes as she peered into the two, noticing what may truly be the deal behind the recent ordeals, now. The contrast in personality was rather large, if her assumption was correct. Were they manifestations of different facets of his personality? If so, Louise could now put down the pieces to the puzzle with ease, at last. As she pondered for only a moment, before noting that it wasn’t quite her business to care about what he did to himself, she concluded that she only needed to care about what lied before her.

“Adair? Don’t compare me to him. All he knows how to do is talk,” answered the crazed man as his hand began to glow with a red aura.

“Blythe, we have a separate objective. We don’t have time to waste here,” said Durran cutting him off from approaching Louise any further. His hand slowly grazed over his top blade. Blythe continued to walk forward undeterred by his comrade.

“As you wish…” said Durran ripping his first blade from its sheathe. “Please stay behind me Louise,”

Louise sighed. “I’m rather bored. So, I changed my mind. I’d rather continue my journey then engage in a tiresome matter such as this. It’s hardly my business in regards to what he did to himself, anyway,” Louise flicked her wand, opening a portal behind her, she simply parried; jumping into the circular portal she conjured – disappearing from the scene.

From where she warped to, she could circumvent the town, and eventually reach the main road again. She would lose a little time, but it was worth it not to have to deal with that bothersome mess.

It was about an hour of wandering through the forest before she once again found the path. Looking back towards the town she could feel that the two were fighting. The sounds of steel clashing and flashes of light also confirmed this. The slight rumbles caused her horse to get a little nervous, but a hand on the side of its neck steadied the beast. Wanting to continue on her journey she turned the horse and took off towards Origin.

ur a fag

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Few of you might've been looking forward to it... but it seems like the Summer Contest can't happen this year either, for which, I apologize.

Conditions just aren't met. I couldn't find judges and rewards (my 'sponsor' got problems in life unexpectedly, can't blame him) for winners, either. Jacob initially said yes to the front page, but suddenly went 'nop' when the time came too, adding more to its downfall. The signatures for its advertisement weren't done, either. By my principles, I just don't think its worth being held at all.

I do hope some people writes summer-themed stories, regardless.

(This is a Joint Post Starring:
TheLoneGentleman and Cinia Pacifica.)

Louise slowly – but steadily – stretched her eyelids open. Her consciousness returned from the deep slumber she enjoyed, only to discover the sorry fact that she was stuck in a tight embrace by none other than Leona III – her dear friend. It was far tighter than most of the previous hugs this apparently lonely woman gave her; Louise could barely breathe the air in normally. Sometimes, she tends to underestimate the level of anxiety her friends seems to feel for her. Louise sighed, albeit internally.

Oh dear, am I to never leave your side? Please – my dear friend – you know better than this, Louise commented with a sigh, in her mind, of course. Her pupils looked left, then right; pondering what may be a plausible move to make in this predicament. Two obvious and known options were either: teleportation, or a break-through where she’d be in need of showcasing her physical strength, no matter how measly it may be before the tough arms of her friend. Both may result in an eventual hysterical Leona, however. She wasn’t one for waking up a peacefully sleeping person when unbound by duty, too.

Luck and fate however, turned to Louise’s side as she heard a series of knocks on the door from outside. Leona awoke from her slumber from the knocks. As she squirmed her arms and legs about on the bed, Louise grabbed the golden opportunity to slip from Leona’s grasp. Leona pulled herself up; startled, then looked to the door as more knocks were made – the noise rang out into the room. Standing up, Leona straightened out her clothes, and approached the door.

“Yes?” Leona III answered. “Who is it?”

“Lady Margaret has come to speak with the High Priestess,” announced the maid. Leona looked at Louise for her decision.

Louise sighed and shrugged at the same time. “Show her in,” she answered to the maid with a resounding voice, albeit still somewhat groggy from having just awoken; she somehow tried to speak in a befitting her position.

The door was opened, and Margaret entered the room. A serious look on her face told Louise she was here for business. Her daughter who was usually attached at the hip was nowhere to be seen either. She waited for the maid to close the door before she began speaking.

“Just what have you planned with my husband? He has been gathering soldiers like crazy for something. Something big,” Margaret asked with her arms crossed.

“How about you ask said husband regarding this issue?” Louise shrugged yet again. One of the reasons she joined Krieg’s faction is for the purpose of avoiding the internal issues of Masario. Whatever may happen, could just go ahead and happen. It was no longer any of her concern; they’d do their part, and she’d do her’s. “I don’t want to delve too deep into the politics of a city that is clearly – already-in-shambles.”

“I did, and he tells me it is nothing for me to worry about. Obviously, there is something he isn’t telling me,” she answered. “I hate this.” She bit her lip as she looked to Leona who was simply looking over at the two wiping her eyes.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” said Leona yawning. “I’m in the same boat as Margaret.”

“I apologize, but I can’t quite help with the current predicament that you face,” Louise spoke with a tone of disinterest, waving her hand as if to dismiss the topic altogether. “Your husband probably is doing †˜what’s best for the world’ like he claims. Not that I’m fond of this hypocrisy. I am simply unable to bring myself to care about this affair anymore,” Louise said, with every bit of honesty that she possessed deep inside her.

“I see, well I will have to investigate this on my own… I take it you will be returning to your other objective soon?” Asked Margaret. “Your group must be waiting for you.”

“I’ll continue the little †˜journey’. On my own, however, they’re far too disrespectful - to the †˜High Priestess’ - and I cannot ignore that fact, either,” Louise said; displeased. They were literally acting like country bumpkins who weren’t taught how to show optimum level of respect to the higher individuals. She continued, “I’m quite fond of travelling alone, so I’m rather glad that I’ve left them behind,” Louise answered.

Margaret sighed, and gave Louise a tight hug. “Watch your back. Things are changing around here. New faces are replacing the old ones. I don’t like it,” advised Margaret.

Louise sighed, once again. It felt like deja vu; someone told her this, quite recently, at that. “Now, now – there’s nothing to worry about. Time passes, things change, people come and go; this has been a natural occurrence – for centuries, if I may add,” Louise couldn’t possibly protest against the notion of hugging this person, but couldn’t quite resist her so early in the morning; allowing Margaret’s embrace for once.

“Never this fast. Believe me, there is much going on behind the scenes,” she answered. “I’ll have more information for you the next time you visit. So, come see me when you get a chance.”

“Again, I’m not interested!” Louise said, attempting to enlighten her, or rather; remind her. She made a clear frown as she articulated her words. Things change at different rates at different times. That too, is a natural occurrence; only fueled by the actions of man. However, Louise didn’t state her thoughts to this person. There was no reason to continue that conversation any further.

“Fine, fine!” answered Margaret. “I have to go attend to some things. I will see you another time. Stay safe. You too Leona.” Margaret bowed her head slightly before leaving the room.

“What was that about? She seemed so nervous,” commented Leona.

“Leave her be,” Louise shrugged. This was the third time she did so. So many things are out of Louise’s care, nowadays. “It’s about her husband, after all. It may not sound like it; a great wave of change however, is indeed coming as she foresaw. It is up to us how we may reciprocate this,” Louise said, looking into the distant skies out of the window.

Hmm, I don't use Fakku on a phone but, some mangas hadn't been loading properly recently. They'd, however, start working when I refresh after a few minutes though. It's just vexing for the intense fappers, I suppose. Lol.

7/10

Sharo based.

8/10

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(This is a post starring: Kahouin Natsuki, Mizusaki Sayuri, and Amaiya Madeko.)


[size=15]Kahouin Natsuki, Mizusaki Sayuri, and Amaiya Madeko Moves In[/h]

Kahouin Natsuki stepped out of her car with a clank as her heel stomped on the road before the gates of Starlight Academy. Brushing her hand past her flowing blond hair, she looked up to the complicated set of designs that decorated the walls and the gate itself. It held a royal and elegant sense of feeling to it. It felt like just the right academy for her. Today, as a student of said academy, she wore the Starlight Academy uniform. The deep-blue held a clear irony to her image, but such a contrast seemed to be welcomed by her apparent peerless beauty and style.

While Natsuki arrived with ease and comfort, someone seemed to be trudging through the pavement painfully. The road only led upwards which made it harder and harder for a person to approach the gates that lead to the academy of her dreams, especially while carrying luggage. That was Amaiya Madeko. She too, wore the uniform of the academy today, as it was her first day at school.

And then there was another figure far back in the road. She could see Madeko walking, but she was already in shambles. She figured that the person before her was also in the same state; as her head drooped about – it was as clear as day despite the distance between them. Mizusaki Sayuri sighed hard. Thinking that it’d have been better if she hired a cab specifically for today. Being an ordinary person with luggage, climbing up the road was a tough feat she struggled to achieve. Despite her thoughts, hiring a cab was rather an expensive option, especially in Japan. She’d have to think twice before doing such a selfish thing. She pondered how much food and groceries she could buy instead of paying the fare as she walked – almost like a zombie – as if to distract herself from the burning sensation of pain welling up from her feet.

Just as the car drove away – after the driver carried Natsuki’s belongings out – Madeko finally reached her destination; panting heavily. The guards – clad in navy blue uniform, and seemingly very muscular and strong – approached the two. From under their black sunglasses that shone strongly against the sun strongly; they were an intimidating duo.

“Excuse me, are you two starting as new students in the academy today – having been chosen in the Nationwide Audition Caravan?” The blonde guard asked. The other, brown haired man added, “if so, you two will have to show the documents you received at the end of the event as proof for verification.”

Natsuki smiled confidently, reaching for her purse. ”Of course sir.” She slowly withdrew the documents from it, already neatly arranged for quick identification. With an elegant swipe of her hand, she handed over the documents to the guard.

The blonde gave a nod before glancing down at the piece of paper to assess the information provided in the document.

Madeko, on the other hand, took quite a while to fumble through her luggage; she didn’t have a rucksack or anything for easy carrying. “Now, where exactly did it go…” She wanted to pack light, but in the end brought too much extra clothing, which as a result spewed out from her belongings in a messy lump, along with her crumpled documents. Pressing on the creases, she handed those over, “...Here. Sorry they’re in this state, I came here in a rush...”

Before the guard picked the document from her fingers, he made sure to help her with the mess that was made just now. “Well, you’re certainly not the first one to have come in a hurry,” of course, he only pushed her clothes back into the bag, the rest was up to Madeko. He walked up to the other guard after retrieving the piece of paper off her feeble hand. “Here it is,” he said, handing it over to him.

Having taken a good look at both the pieces of paper, he looked up – only to see another figure coming into view from behind the two girls. “That’s rare, three at the same time is a new record for today,” he said with his baritone voice; clearly impressed. “Hey, you there!” He called out. However, the girl was too occupied with walking alone.

“Psst, they’re waiting on you,” the brown-haired guard reminded. The blonde, coming to his senses, handed Natsuki and Madeko the documents back. “You two are clear. Welcome to Starlight Academy, you may now pass.”

In her half dazed state of walking, Sayuri had been focusing on simply the ground ahead of her. When she finally reached the gates, she looked up for the first time and was simply dumb struck by the archway and what little she could see beyond it. Is this really a school? Never before had she been anywhere with such large premises. It almost seemed as if she was about to walk into the amusement park in Chiba that she had often seen in advertisements. Despite her tiredness, her eyes sparkled as the excitement began to build up once again.

Madeko stood there for a little bit, staring at the grandiose gates, trying to absorb the fact that she had just started on a journey completely different from what she was doing in her previous school – she was practically given a second chance, and she wasn’t going to throw it away… although disheartened that she would have to take a long walk up a long hill that seemed like a mountain to her.

Natsuki turned her head towards the other girl at the gate, unaware of the new arrival. ”Well then~” She gestured towards the entrance. ”Shall we?”

”Um... yeah, let’s.” Madeko nodded. She wasn’t sure what to make of her, but Madeko didn’t very much like rich people generally, based on past experiences.

The guards left the side of the two girls they gave allowance to pass. Then spoke to the new girl, “If you’re one of the new students who earned the rights to enter this school; please show us the document you received from said event, for identification.”

"Eh? Oh um," Sayuri switched her attention to her immediate surroundings and noticed that there were two very buff guards standing before her. Although usually she'd be slightly edgy around people who looked so intimidating, Sayuri was itching to go explore the academy. Quickly unzipping Pochi's back, she pulled out her neatly folded document and handed it over. "This is it right?"

“Mnm…” the guard mumbled as he looked over the papers from under his glasses. He didn’t know quite what to think of her taking the paper out of a doll – he conveniently ignored it. “Yes, you’re in the clear, too. Welcome to Starlight Academy, you may pass.” He gestured towards the gate as he stepped aside.

Not forgetting her manners, Sayuri thanked the guard and then walked through the gates with great anticipation.

Before long, the pristine – clean and unsoiled – streets showed in sight as the three girls were finally past the thick gates. Many rows of trees and plants could be seen far away in the vastly spacious grounds of the campus. The main building was in view straight ahead, before them. Its stain-glasses – littered with the academy’s star-themed emblem – reflected brightly against the warm sunlight.

The three soon decided to head towards the dorms. After dropping their luggages off, they’d then head to the main building to greet the Headmistress. As they passed the row of greenery – bushes that decorated the surroundings – the dorm could be seen in full view. The blue building seemed to be a mansion with western style and architecture. The road curved to lead its residents to it – which they followed; entering the establishment.

Retrieving their respective keys to their rooms. The three silently walked up the stairs; not quite conversing with each other along the way – as if an unwritten pact of non-speaking was signed in thin air among them.

However… Natsuki and Sayuri both approached the same room with their keys. While Madeko seemed to be on the opposite side of the long hallway. The two’s room was numbered 235. While Madeko’s was 290.

"So it seems we're in the same room," Sayuri commented, noticing that she had the same room number on her key as the rather beautiful girl standing next to her. "My name is Mizusaki Sayuri, I hope we can get along." She said, as she gave a warm smile.

”My name is Kahouin Natsuki. †˜Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance” Natsuki curtsied almost on reflex. Her new neighbour did not look stunningly beautiful, but she wasn’t plain either; and Natsuki felt as if she was of the dependable sort. Offering her own smile in return, she gestured towards the door. ”We should probably go in and deposit our possessions while we can; I do believe that we’re running short on time.” However she’d like to get to know her neighbor better, duty came first.

"We are indeed. Shall we go meet the headmistress together?" Natsuki's way of speaking reminded Sayuri of the fairy tales she used to read to her siblings. It was quaint and exuded a hint of nobility, which she found quite interesting.

Natsuki nodded. ”That would be...nice, yes.”

As the two then entered the room. They were greeted with a rather cleanly organized place. There were two beds, two chairs, two escritoires, as well as a drawer in between. Sunlight peeked from outside the two windows, both put beside the two beds respectively. The color scheme of the walls seemed to be a mixture of white and light-blue. Dropping their bags, they then left the room to leave for the main building.

Meanwhile, Madeko went a bit further ahead to a room labelled †˜290’. It was near the end of the ultra long hallway, quite a distance from Natsuki and Sayuri’s. While walking through each room, she wondered what kind of people stayed inside the rooms she walked past. Must be really smart and talented people, she thought. Maybe they didn’t even need an audition to enroll in? Reaching the exterior of the room, Madeko could see a large duffle bag just beside the door. It must’ve been left by someone staying in the room! Looking around, she could not see anything except the open doors of Natsuki and Sayuri’s room, and the warm ceiling lightings that filled the hallway with brightness. Checking her surroundings for the resulting non-existent suspicious behaviour, Madeko, without a hint of second thought, proceeded to lift the surprisingly heavy bag onto the shoulders, before realising that she forgot to insert the key onto the door’s keyhole… after a long struggle, Madeko finally let her luggage down next to the left bed and threw the strange bag on the right bed.

”Hoooo…. is this bag made of gold or something?!” sighed Madeko one of relief as she sat on the bed next to her luggage. ”I wonder exactly who would use such a bag like this.” She looked around the room. It was simple, a carpet in the middle as well as lamps on the bedside dressers, topped up with a cupboard on the wall beside the door, makes for a perfect more, although Madeko did expect a little more. Just a little bit. She sat, spaced out for a bit, and then realised, ”The Headmistress is expecting me! I’d better hurry…” Madeko left her messy belongings behind and started to head for the main building, noticing that the other two have left as well.