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[b]Luke Schwarz - Turning in[/b]

It was starting to get late. 

My mind still abuzz with questions, concerns and otherwise intrusive thoughts, I realized that Tearlag Cirsium was a very thorough woman indeed. The walls were thick enough that even if I’d been making a concerted effort to pry into whatever was happening behind me, whatever lectures or punishments were being doled out, I wasn’t going to without stepping in the room and making myself known.

That... That I didn’t need to be doing. Whatever happened to Diamond Frost as punishment wasn’t my business beyond knowing that it wouldn’t be done again, and I trusted our youthful professor’s stern character in that matter well enough that I had no reason to sit in and make the scene awkward or extra-heated.

Always isolate the key components— that was the rule. If a combination has proven volatile, make sure you don’t mess around with one without the other safely contained. Basic chemistry. Basic interrogation, basic witness report, basic whatever you name.

Though, I still don’t know the true nature of our clash.

No matter how I twisted it, it seemed to just appear from a vacuum. And that simply couldn't be right.

...At any rate, I’m rambling about nothing. I wasn’t staying behind for just desserts, I was staying behind to ask my teacher something, and she was obviously all tied up. With the day getting long in the tooth, and Bianca having a grand “welcome to being a team, team!” Feast in the making, I knew I’d have another day.

Tomorrow would work. It would give me time to remove myself from the situation and approach it— and my questions— from a place of more clarity. This haze was probably going to make me trip all over myself if I just walked in now.

I’d sleep on all this, first.

For now, let’s see what our local winged wonder was cooking up and try to rest easy, yeah?

>Heading home
>if I get poisoned again I’m never forgiving you bianca

I smirked as I kicked off the wall and started my trek towards the dorms, a short jaunt of about seven minutes on a leisurely day.

Fugu.

Cruise ship Fugu.

Classic blunder.