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Bak looked down at the shuffle of papers that had been lined up on the desk when she'd come in. Technically everything went through the student council here. Even the principal needed their rubber stamp to do anything. She'd spent the time they had before they'd arrived trying to sort through the requests that had been piling up while the president was away, but so far she hadn't been able to make head or tails of it with her C- GPA. It was the least important thing on the vague agenda Bak had in mind for this meeting, but even still it felt like it should be taken care of at some point. 

Her attention was ripped away suddenly, and she was happily shocked to see Celestine in the room. Bak hadn't even called her, seeing as she was more Clara's employee like Gilliam rather than a member of the council. A visible wave of guilt flashed across Bak's face as she talked about almost dying, but as she went on Bak's expression changed. Her eyes began narrowing as she looked over to the girl Celestine was presenting. Short, platinum haired, dressed all nice and for some reason familier. As the girl introduced herself she seemed polite enough and if Celestine was vouching for her that certainly meant something, but Bak couldn't shake the little feeling squirming in the back of her mind that they'd mer befo-

Bak quickly reached out and pulled Celestine closer, urgently whispering. "Celestine, you have been bamboozled. This is St. Laural's girl, from tournament." Bak did a double take to make sure, but she was positive. She remembered because she'd actually been rooting for her team, seeing as they were going against Vigilante's that had made a fool of her at the apartment building. Not to mention she'd gotten it out a student that a white haired girl had been asking after Clara before that explosion she'd had to investigate a few days ago. "Besides, if she is witch where are her iron teeth? Where is crooked bird nose?" She took another look. "I would bet she does not even have thirteen toes."

This conversation was interrupted as another unexpected face burst into the room. She hadn't expected any of the absentee members to make an appearance today. To be honest, she'd hardly expected anyone and this came make demands. She was about to answer in in when Rurik piped up from his end of the table to answer for her. This apparently didn't satisfy him, and he turned expectantly back to her. "This is partly what meeting today is about." she started, before the heavy footfalls down the corridor bagan.

Bak knew that sound. There was only one person she'd even met whose footsteps sounded anything like hers. She visibly tensed up as Luigi Vile stepped into the room, making it clear he wouldn't be taking any of that sort of nonsense sitting down. 

Bak had an...interesting relationship to this boy. When they had first met Bak had been ecstatic. Someone else like her! Someone else that had been living like this, longer than she had probably. Maybe someone that could give her a why, or a how. Then they'd talked and Bak learned very quickly that the Why was tragic and the How was that he'd done it to himself. Since then Luigi had made Bak uncomfortable in a way nothing else had. The mindset it took to have a body that was perfectly healthy and then chop it away piece by piece to infest yourself with cold machinery was so foreign to her as to be totally alien. She didn't dislike the boy, it was hard for Bak to really dislike anyone that showed her real kindness the way he did, and the way he maintained her mechanical parts was a godsend to someone that had to painfully regrow whatever she broke, but of the people she thought of as her friends Bak prefered to think about Luigi the least. 

Bak didn't have the self-reflection required to see the irony in that.

"Da, please no fighting in war room like Luigi says." she said, turning to...Vernon?...and pulling out one of the closer seats. It was her turn to look at him expectantly. "If you are wanting to be finding solution with us, please take your seat." Her eyes flashed up quickly at Rurik, then down slightly to here he'd decided to put his shoes. She sighed, but then instead of shooting anything at him she just pulled out what was technically her char and with a motion of the arm sent it sliding down along the side of the table to come to a rest near him. "Please no putting feet on table, also."

While she was doing this Luigi had gotten up and started toward her, brandishing a tool pointing out the embarrassing little leak she still had going from the tournament. When she pulled off the shirt she'd worn at the tournament, the one that had gotten deluged with the gunk, that it was ruinous. The stuff had started coagulating, forming into a sticky shell, and had started to stink like rotting meat soaked in motor oil. She'd burned that uniform, and it was clear from the unusual stitching around the shoulder of this one that she had replaced that part multiple times as the trickle had soaked into it. She even had a tiny green pine tree air freshener hanging from the underside of the launcher. It was an annoyance she had been hoping to get looked at.

She hadn't expected it this soon though. She hugged herself. "You mean open me up right here? In front of everyone?" She said, er voice cracking just a bit from embarrassment. Still, this was a time of emergency. There was no telling when some attack might come again, especially with a St. Laural's here in the room, and if she was being honest it was a lot worse than an annoyance. Her launcher was acting iffy. Whether it was in there was delaying missile regeneration. She forced herself to relax, lowering her arms and letting him approach. "Ummmm, da, this is fine. If better to get it done when we can."

As he got closer Bak could see that the machine boy wasn't doing so hot himself. She was familiar with the look of someone that hadn't been getting enough rest. She had a mirror, after all. "Are you well?" she asked, concerned. "If it is something wrong I can add it to agenda today."

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Katherine reached over and gave Christine a brief, one arm over the shoulder hug. "My own guardian snow angel." she said happily. Just saying all that had seemed to lift the weight of the world off her chest. "C'mon, it shouldn't be too far now."

It wasn't that far back to their home, but when they finally arrived Katherine was strangely winded. it was weird, a walk like that really shouldn't have taken so much out of her. She'd downed that rest of that tea on the journey over here, but she already felt like she needed something to drink. Definitely something cold.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the key, happy as a clam that the makeshift surgeons Thobias had brought up hadn't had to hack off her pants the way they'd ruined her shirt. She unlocked the door, stepped into the threshold, and took a moment to inhale the nostalgic smells of home. The house was dark, the only light in the hallway being the blinking red light on the phone indicating that they had messages. 

Gods Damn she bet they had messages. Kath didn't want to try and think about how many people had called between when she'd flown out of the arena and now. She'd hoped mom and dad would have been home to take those but surprise surprise, they weren't. She walked in, starting to make her way to her bedroom to get a proper change into one of her own outfits. Or maybe her uniform. 

She stopped and looked back down the hallway. "You think we should head to school today, or screw it? It's gotta be already half-over, at least. Honestly," she said, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. "I kind of want to head to the gym more, see if I've still got it before I went back to Battle School. I was thinking, you know, we never got to throw down in that last tournament. if you want we can head down there and go a few rounds, just like old times." Her eyes drifted over to the blinking light on the phone. she casually pointed to it. "Or we could see if we got any dates on there."