[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Lezwn3Y.png[/img][/center] Detention: a fate as inexorable as the cycle of night and day, never to be escaped no matter how she tried. Not that it was something Aoi exactly went out of her way to avoid beyond making sure that Fujo didn't catch her after school but... even if she was playing by all the rules she would end up here. The last time she had listened to his insistence on fulling the uniform code until she ''got home'', he had somehow found it in him to award detention for bleached hair that violated the uniform code. So if she was going to get detention for [i]not[/i] dyeing her hair, why try? Sure enough, once they were in detention all his powers of observation went out the window and it wasn't like Aoi was even trying to [i]hide[/i] that she had just thrown a uniform skirt and blouse over her normal clothing. She'd even missed some of the buttons. Like the delinquent she supposedly was, the girl was giving the purpose of the detention no heed, flicking through things on her phone and eventually just playing some match-3 game to pass the time. It was weird how many people had wound up in detention today. Sunny was a regular--same desk every time, much like Aoi compulsively went to a window seat. But... what the hell was that bookworm doing in here with the bakery girl? Ah, not that it mattered, but maybe she'd go get some pastry or something when she was done instead of going straight to swimming. Playing on her phone made it impossible to [i]not[/i] notice when everything went wrong. So, too, did her window seat: no views of the school outside, only monochromatic white. Slipping her phone into her pocket--and, given that Fujo was out cold, undoing those annoying buttons--Aoi stood up and stretched, watching everyone else beeline for the white light. Ten years of normality, huh? It was probably about time something happened. [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/XFnk3Kk.png[/img][/center] The past two weeks had been the most exciting of her life... oh, it had all been very strange, being dragged out to a strange and unfamiliar beach, but what an opportunity it had been! Her, merely in-training, getting to witness to the embodied conflict of good against evil, the clashing of two enemies so far beyond her power and comprehension... watching Beelzemon and Seraphimon go at it was terrifying but [i]amazing.[/i] It was impossible to hope for anything more inspiring for the path of righteousness. Or the sneaking suspicion that guns were a [i]really[/i] cool thing to fight with... That girl and the ice-cream were even more important, though. If she'd been on her own, Silvia [i]knew[/i] that she would have cowered and turned away from the fight, never seen what was going on... but that girl? Her bravery and the offering of food had been enough to overcome her fear and [i]that[/i] was a debt the newly-turned nun hoped to repay! So soon, too, to be dumped into a library... and there was a girl [i]like[/i] the girl Silvia remembered, but... taller. And with a much more brazen outfit. That... how could someone show off that much flesh? It was scandalous! But the eyes, the expression of "huh, I guess this is happening"... that seemed the same! Unfortunately, it now occurred to her that they had never shared names. "You! Ice-cream girl!" Aoi, for her part, took a little longer to catch up. Taking in the other odd creatures around, that [i]this[/i] suspiciously human one did have a feeling kind of like the angel she had watched fight... bringing up the ice-cream... oh. "You've gotten bigger. Hey... "Did everyone else meet ten years ago?" "It was only two weeks, miss... um..." "Aoi."