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Alex rubbed her eyes as some completely random person - cat? - seemed to intrude on her and Michael's conversation. 'Ah. I've finally lost it. Sorry Michael... You were too late...' She stole a glance at the boy next to her to check his expression, expecting him to not react to it at all. Surprisingly, he looked surprised too. Could it possibly be that the person in front of them was real, and not a delusion from a sleep and food-deprived mind? Alex slowly turned her head back to the girl, shakily holding up her hands.

"Um. Sorry, I don't know what language you're speaking..." Alexandria struggled to think of something she could say. She had no idea what the girl said, but maybe she could guess...? Alex began to mumble random words that she remembered from her own experience with foreign languages - which were mainly from her own phone games with foreign voice actors. A few words from Izumo didn't seem to make sense, but she tried them anyway. Either way, it was clear to Alex that some transfer student from another country had come here and didn't speak a lick of the local language. While ordinarily she would be inclined to help... Her stomach growled in protest. She didn't exactly have time to spend her lunch break guiding someone to the headmaster's room, especially when it was up several flights of stairs in the opposite direction of her next class. "Um... I'm sure there's an upperclassmen around here to help you!" Alex began diligently looking for anyone wearing the right uniform to hand off the girl to.
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Wolf had to pause.

He should have just ignored all this. It wasn't his problem. He wasn't involved. It would be bad if he got involved; really bad. He still couldn't shake the memory of what had happened the night before -- what he'd done.

There was no reason for him to get involved.

But there was another reason he couldn't shake those memories. Zephyr's indiscriminate acts of violence felt too similar to the individual Wolf had faced the night before. If he'd felt it right to stop one, why not the other? He wanted to say because during the day, there should have been someone else who could deal with Zephyr, and maybe that was true.

Deep down he knew it was just because he didn't want the attention on himself.

Wolf knelt down by the executor, seeing they'd already passed out. Wolf grit his teeth, his mouth moving before he could catch himself, glancing back at Zephyr.

"One day you're going to lash out at the wrong person." Wolf narrowed his eyes at the other boy, but then just turned back away, looking down at the unconscious man. "No one is impressed." He could have said more, and part of him wanted to, but what was the point? He hadn't truly meant to say anything at all, and anything more would be to push his luck... assuming he hadn't already.
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"Hurry," urged the sibilantly rumbling voice from within.

"Liliya" grimaced, as she tentatively took several steps down the long hallway. She had drawn the lighter again, and flickering orange light illuminated things enough for her Spirit's unreasonably acute vision to pick out the hallway's details in shocking detail. Several holes in the walls stood ou-

"Time is a luxury, one thou art bereft of!" "This One" urged more strongly. "Thine target makes good on his escape, and thine foes shalt soon fall from behind!"

"I know! Fuck!" Liliya spat, grinding her teeth and really wishing she could throttle the voice. It galled her all the more that her every violent and private impulse was on full display to the demon, but she managed to suck down a series of calming breathes, trying to ignore the clamor of the enraged chess pieces in the room she'd just left.

"Thine intellect is a formidable foe, even to thyself," This One chided unwaveringly. "Thou art 'overthinking' it. For thine Spirit's ward shalt be sufficient for thee. Thou hast only to sally forth to overcome a triviality! Go!"

"Motherfu-!" Liliya bit her tongue to stifle the multitude of unkind things her mouth wanted to uselessly say. Why even say anything at all, after all, when those thoughts would be conveyed the moment she so much as conceived the consideration of them. One closed fist briefly hammered into the wall to her left, fissuring brickwork with a ringing crack. Gnashing her teeth, Liliya clawed back control of her temper before she could devolve into further pointless destruction and bolted down the hall. "You better be telling the fucking truth!"

Pressure plates sounded underfoot to her Spirit's acute hearing, subtle wards brushed over her shielded skin with a touch she couldn't even feel, such was their futility. Darts whizzed from the walls here and there, but she swatted the projectiles away, their threat trivialized by accelerated perceptions. Skidding up to a sudden drop, she didn't even bother humoring the stairs, her Spirit's lift aiding her in a guided free-fall of a glide down into the depths. The path forward was getting less straight-forward, now winding and curving in a gentle arc. It made enough sense. The library above was only so big. If they wanted to hide a space down here within property lines, that might need some adjustment.

A second door lay carelessly open. Reverio's doing, no doubt, as Liliya slowed down and extinguished her lighter again. The scent of long-settled dust, ink, paper and parchment hung heavy in the air. If it weren't for how deep she had some grasp of them being, Liliya might have wondered at the height of the ceiling and the subsequently looming rows of bookcases. Crouching low, even with her mission in mind, she found her gaze wandering, as she crept forward silently, her Spirit liberating her of the need to touch the ground by all of an inch.

Liliya couldn't help the bubbling feeling of... anticipation(?), nostalgia(?), trepidation(?) or even glee(?) that welled up within her at the sight of every untouched dusty surface, so many fonts of knowledge and enticingly deceptively mundane objects all too amazingly untouched by the ravages of time. Preservation magecraft? Perhaps. She couldn't help but visualize grand scenes of the empty armored suits lurching to life to loyally defend their trove of information against thieves and plucky adventurers. Her mind's eye could paint images of the gorgeous, looming tapestries lurching to life a cursed facsimiles of magic carpets to smother the unwary. She could see wards and traps and guardians without end, almost expected them even... which made it somehow more unnerving that, even with the delicate materials within, not a one of those eventualities came to pass.

Even so, there was a low buzz in the air that set the crimson-eyed girl's teeth on edge, eyes narrowing at the distant piercing white glow of Reverio's magic. "Thou feels such?" the demon within rumbled in seeming bemusement. "A fortunate turn. Thou must cradle some portent of magical potential within. Hrmm... This One supposes such would be only natural."

Liliya stifled the urge to snap at the demon for silence, but he quieted all the same, perhaps exercising some tact for once to allow her to concentrate. She crept up to the outskirts of a large "plaza" of some sort, furnished seemingly by only stone benches and tables and ringed by more sizable bookcases, one and all stuffed to the brim with more surely forbidden knowledge. On one end of the room, a shimmering barrier thrummed with a sensation she could almost swear was rumbling in her bones, even from this distance. On the other end of the room, casting yet more light upon its darkened expanse... was Reverio.

She'd finally caught up.

"Careful," suddenly came the demon's voice, raising Liliya's hackles. "That book..."

Crouching, still not even physically touching the ground, Liliya ensured she was out of sight and listened carefully. In the emptiness of the vast room, words seemed to bounce off stonework surfaces with ease, and Liliya imagined her own approach was only concealed by the chatter Reverio was currently engaging in. Chatter with... a book? No, the book, the one the demon had felt compelled to mention. Ghastly words echoed off the walls, and Liliya couldn't help a small shiver of tension crawling up her spine at the almost double toned(?) voice. 'What about it?' her returned mental inquired prodded.

"There lay significant magical bindings upon it," This One replied, his tone considering. "They conceal what lies within from This One's gaze, but should a soul be contained as it so claims..."

'Then it's probably something that shouldn't be allowed to go free,' Liliya finished the implied statement. 'Like the Great Evil, for example?' The demon didn't dignify her prodding at his hypocrisy with an answer, which perhaps in and of itself was a victory. Was she supposed to be worried, when this demon seemed interested in freeing one of his kind's most legendary enemies? Assuming there was anything left to truly free. It had been centuries, even millennia ago.

Crimson eyes narrowed, her Spirit's enhanced vision clearing up the distant cover of the book, a velvety-crimson expanse was marked only by a metallic symbol depicting three swords arranged in a triangular arrangement with their points meeting in the center of the book's cover. She reviewed what her Spirit had committed to memory of the conversation she'd caught the tail end of. Three swords. One "Great Door". A seal, which presumably held a portion of the Great Evil. Unfortunately, almost as if by some twisted design of fate, it seemed Reverio already had one of those swords, and given what she had heard from Ken's Nightman session and the events afterwards... Liliya would have bet good money that he had the second blade, that wind sword.

Her intuition agreed. Former archeologist and tomb raider that she was, while her memory was a bit fuzzy on some things, a legend of three swords sounded familiar. Far more confirmable in the modern era, she could definitely say that Izumo possessed a royal sword that could command the winds. As a royal himself, she could easily say Reverio would be informed on the artifacts of his rival nations, especially given his wielding of one himself. Which meant, Reverio... already had two of the three pieces of the puzzle all but in hand. The only mysteries were the Albion "Key" and the Great Door itself.

"He is leaving," warned the demon, jerking Liliya's attention back to reality. Across the room, she could see Reverio being prompted into revealing a secret passage. "This state of being may be impractical long-term. Hunger. Thirst. Rest. Eventually, thou shall fall behind inexorably." It wasn't exactly an incorrect assertion. If she was unable to freely approach Reverio...? Or worse, if he realized he was being followed by her and had time to discern her methods and be on guard for them, she wouldn't be able to hunt him as easily. Besides, she had a life, and could she really afford to put it on hold for an indeterminate amount of time? Ideally, this "Liliya" guise would be free to be as close to Reverio as she liked.

Was the demon suggesting that she... openly collaborate with him? That sounded way too risky, especially with that obviously evil book around. Who knew if it had some way to see through her guise. She'd be revealed! And she wasn't sure if she wanted to find out if Reverio realized she was Chinami. Besides, as far as he knew, she was a complete stranger! And while she knew he was overly trusting, was he really dumb enough to let her just walk up to him and join his quest that she so "conveniently" overheard? How was she supposed to sell that?!

"Easily," the demon prompted. Liliya felt a nudging within, and her gaze followed it to... the Tome of the Trium Throne? "Obtain what he could not for the sake of his so-called grand plan, and the royal simpleton will accept you into his inner circle gladly and without qualms."

She hoped the demon realized that she had not a prayer of doing shit to that barrier, right? Even the first trap's defenses had nullified her! Though, granted, she hadn't wasted time trying to pound through the barriers directly to find out, but the point still stood! The book could still find her out!

"It will not," the demon asserted confidently. "This One detects no attempted intrusions upon thine mind and soul, and This One shalt rebuff them regardless. Thine deceptions shalt hold for so long as thou art wise. Rather, This One hast been warding thee since thou intruded upon these grounds. Thou shalt leave no trace for even divination to follow."

As much as she really didn't want to admit it -and hated that she even needed the aid, that was a comfort to Liliya. She knew, in theory, that her Spirit could have -and had- done such warding itself, but its coverage wasn't complete or direct. If someone had scried in a spiritual manner, she'd have been made... at least partially. She still had her disguise as an extra measure, but that could only go so far if the postcognitive was able to trace her even further back than she'd had it. With the demon's own measures included? She might as well be a ghost to investigators.

That still didn't mean she could break the barrier, unless it was somehow also going to have her Spirit as a hole in its defenses.

"It does not," the demon confirmed, to her relief(?). "However, that shalt matter none. Simply approach the barrier... and This One shall do the rest." Liliya's expression fell, but she grimaced in resignation. The obviously evil book Reverio had found could be anything or anyone. There was no guaranties it would lead Reverio where he wanted to go, that it would tell the truth. In fact, there was no certainly that it even knew where to find what Reverio wanted at all and wasn't just lying out of its nonexistent ass.

They needed the Trium Tome.

And they needed to pray that it wasn't a red herring itself.

Then it was time to reveal herself and hopefully create an "in" to Reverio's ridiculous plan. Question was, just what "flavor" of this persona she was crafting did she want to lead introductions with? First impressions were important... and she already had unfortunately recent first-hand experience in how they could be unusually deceiving.

Still... even if it was transparently blatant, the play she was about to make, she needed to at least make a token effort to not give her demonic leech anything for free. 'So, you want me to join up with Reverio openly... is that a request?' After all, she could still perform the demon's plan once Reverio was out of sight. In fact, it might even be better that way. She knew where two of the swords were, so all she needed to do was get to the third Albion one first, along with the Great Door. With the Trium Tome's presumably illuminating contents as evidence, Ken would be easy to goad into joining forces with her. She could reveal Reverio's plans from the get-go and put an end to this foolishness. In fact, why was she even entertaining this? In the end, the only result that mattered was finding where the Great Evil was sealed. It didn't matter how she did that. And moreover, freeing it wasn't part of the Deal, simply an assumed result of allowing Reverio to do as he pleased...

'How much do you want the Tome of the Trium Throne?' she inquired leadingly. 'Or rather... how much more useful to you is the ability to follow Reverio in your suggested manner?' It had better be good, because in the end, she was willing to wait for her soul to heal naturally. If it might cost her everything else she'd built to get just that back, why in the world would she make that trade?

The demon remained silent, before finally... "This One spoke of thine mystical talent, uncultivated but... innate to thine kind..." That was a confusing statement, Liliya could only think. Humans didn't have any innate magic, to her knowledge. The capacity for it was always a divine "Gift". "This One will teach you to awaken that sorcerous potential... and how to use it."

Once more, strange statements continued to pile up. Sure, she had a Gift, but she'd never really felt herself a spellcaster. Even so, if this was true... Magic... It was one of the most flexible Gifts in existence, coming in every shape and size, potentially unlimited in possibilities. She'd always been a little jealous of Cel, whose talent for such things was undeniable. She often wished her own Gift had manifested in an innate grasp of such things. She would have been able to do so much more with her powers in public without turning heads.

So then...

'Is that a Deal?' She felt that familiar power on her tongue.

Might as well make it formal.

"So, shall it be."

This felt like such a bad idea.

'In exchange for joining Reverio's cause directly-'

"-This One shalt provide mystical tutelage."

It seemed almost strange that the demon would be so accomodating.

'And until such a time as the Great Evil is found-'

"-So mote it be."

But given the lenient wording...

"The Pact is struck."

She wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.




As the shelf pulled open into a newly-revealed passageway, a metallic 'clink' and the light clap of footsteps began to echo upon the vast room's stonework. The owner, a bespectacled girl of bone-white hair and ruby eyes casually entered the area with a disaffected look of placidity upon her face. In one hand, she held an open book, and in the other, she held a flickering orange lighter as a makeshift candle agaisnt the darkness. But her gaze seemed far more focused on the tapestries and great painting of the chamber. The faintest smile seemed to cross her lips, as her head tracked to the still shimmering barrier around the Tome of the Trium Throne.

She spared Reverio barely half a glance, as if it were utterly unusual for him to be present whatsoever. In fairness, the sweater-clad girl similarly appeared a bit too young to be a trusted member of the library staff, and she had no escort. She glanced at the passageway opened by Reverio, raising a single pale brow, before stepping towards the domed barrier without a word.
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It dawned upon him too late that this girl couldn't be the one he was looking for, her haircolour was not the same. How had he mistaken it before? Perhaps the void had warped not only his form and powers but his way of seeing the world itself. The girl which he had approached was also not as gifted physically as the one he had imprinted in his memories. Not to mention when she spoke up, it was some form of gibberish as far as he could tell.

'How typical. I approach the wrong person and it's a foreigner of all things. Such poor luck.' He mentally sighed to himself before looking the greenhaired girl over more closely. 'This girl looks awfully dull... I'd best find a smooth way to simply leave. Hmm. Perhaps some of these confections could offer such a transition.'

"My. A-p-p-o-l-o-g-i-e-s. Mis-taken for another."
He spoke slowly, because he knew that otherwise this clueless looking foreigner wouldn't be able to understand him at all. He couldn't waste time with someone who couldn't even understand the Rhean language.

"Baker. I would like to have ten of these." Orpheuz motioned with his hand towards some hard candy on display, it were the kind of sweets she had favored.. at least in his memories. As the baker walked up, he seemed to slip on something behind it. Orpheuz could only hear his thick head faceplanting into the floor. There were no expression suitable for such a display of un-grace. To even fail in walking, which even some toddlers could do was only to be met with a deadpan expression. It took the baker a few moments to get back to his feet, laughing slightly while being bruised but he sure enough soon put said candy into a paper bag. Orpheuz brought out his card with money, but once he slid it into the payment device, it didn't register properly.

'What? Are you defying me aswell?' His judgemental gaze narrowed at the card and yet again a negative beeping sound emerged. 'Invalid? Is that so? Your usefulness is invalid. I do not take kindly to failure...' "Eyy!" He yelled out and telekinetically hurled said card out of the open door, making it fly over a few houses in the process. After that was done, the military clad young man took a deep breath, briefly removing his hat, pulling his hair back abit with his right hand before putting the cap back on, this time with the front-flap shading more of his face.

"On a second thought. Sweets make you fat. I shall have to pass. Perhaps another time." He addressed the baker before throwing a glance to the foreigner girl. She's better not be having fun at his expense. She had given him a certain kind of smile before, he knew the kind. The kind which try ensnare young men and bring ruin upon them. Such attempts were however futile, as far as he knew. For his mind was warded in many ways, one of which were the sweet memory of the greatest goddess. How could anyone else compare with her? Her unique and beautiful laughter... Like the sweetest of melodies on fields of gold, like the grandest of diamonds surrounded by coal.

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The pinkhaired catwoman slowly moved closer, like how a cat would along a person's leg or a wall. Smoothly and on steps that were so silent she almost seemed to be weighing nothing. How Michael looked at her did amuse her to a minor degree, she could likely guess where his mind were at. Alexandria's words however did get a rise out of her, how could she not understand the olden tongue? Had the world truly fallen into complete disarray.

"Little maidling, I speak in the olden tongue. I am not foreign to the land o' Laurel. Have you learnt nothing despite being so old? To think that people have forsaken the past to such a degree. You are both weak. A male groveling before a female, like a dog whose whimpering for a bone. And you rely on him to bring you nourishment, rather than hunting it down yourself. Shameful. You do not bear the right to bear his mark." Lynnwell's eyes set firmly on Alexandria, even if they were hard to see under the pink hair. Her clawed hand stretching out to point towards the St Laurel insignia that all members of the school bore.

"Were this not the day of his memory, I would strike you down right here. But I have respect for him, even if you do not. Thus I shall grant you until tommorrow to find your spirits and cast aside your weakness..." The woman explained as she approached even closer to Michael, now stepping up to stand face to face with him. She took a moment to blow some warm air from her mouth to his ear when she finally slid past him and went closer to Alexandria. The pinkhaired catwoman lowered her voice and spoke in a soft tone of voice.

"Show me thine right to exist... disciple o' Laurel. Prove fit o' his crown." Lynnwell whispered to Alexandria's ear. It wasn't that the rest of the students were stronger than Michael or Alexandria, but they had been the unfortunate ones to be seen by the feline-warrior's gaze.

"Is there a problem here?" A St Laurel teacher suddenly walked into the scene, the math teacher specifically. He was currently trying to put one and one together.

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Alyona's bluff seemed to do the trick. As she watched him, the boy seemed to be a little unsteady... but not physically so. She had seen that kind of look before, but not in anyone as young as he. That was the look that she saw in some of the Yenina family mercenary guards, men who had survived far worse than baby-sitting a bad luck charm and her spoiled sister. Aly did not wonder what happened to him - she simply didn't care - but she feared the dangers that someone like that would bring. Alyona turned away, pretending to be going along with her business, but keeping an eye on him in her periphery.

Alyona let him carry on his own order, or rather the order he decided to abandon for health reasons. Maybe the boy was in denial about his finances, she thought, and scoffed internally. A runaway? If so, he was an amateur. Aly was a runaway and yet she was successful enough to have her own apartment and patronize a sweets shop with regularity. Keeping her facade of slight confusion up the entire time, she fumbled out a payment for her own order. She carefully made sure to let the cashier handle everything himself, and she touched her own money as lightly as possible, as though it was unclean. It was a bit of a waste of effort, given that her money was near her person the entire time, but she wanted to try and minimize her aura's exposure to the store and its staff. They needed to stay around. For her sake.

She bid farewell to the store staff in Yekaterinan, taking a leisurely stroll out of the store. As soon as she rounded the next corner, Aly quickly ducked into a nearby alleyway, setting her bag of sweets down. 'If he follows me all the way here...' Aly cracked her knuckles. 'He'll have some explaining to do.'

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Alex's confusion was evident on her face, though her inner turmoil may have not been anything an outsider would have guessed. 'Alex! You've spent all this time working on your fancy talk! Now's the time to show her up!' The thought echoed in her mind. She had written so much like this... Yet the dissenting voice was also there, 'You're already a complete outcast in this school full of geniuses and rich kids. Do you want to start reciting poetry in front of everyone on top of that?' The thing that made her stomach twist with anxiety was the unspoken addition to the last thought: Do you want to do that in front of Micheal?

"T-There's nothing wrong! We're just. Um. Heading to the cafeteria! Also there's a new student here maybe you can help her I don't know what she's saying!!" Alex's innate response to any kind of pressure from authority surfaced: Run away. As she turned from both the cat and the teacher, tugging on Michael's sleeve to inch him away for a moment, quickly whispering to him, "D-Did you hear what she said?!" Alex for a brief moment had a very serious expression. "S-She thought I was old!" She flashed a proud smile, as if she had been paid a serious compliment. Most people seemed to think she was still in middle school... Perhaps due to her sleep deprivation, or hunger, she simply did not register anything after the small part she took as a compliment.
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While Michael didn't understand every word Lynnwell spoke, he got the sense that she was insulting him and Alex. "Hey, what gives you-" Michael was about to say before she got up in his personal space, forcing him to take a step back instinctually. A quick blow in his ear also got him turning away in a mixture of indignation, shock, and embarrassment as he cupped his ear with his hand. After she had gone after Alex, Michael reached over and was about to grab Lynnwell when a math teacher had noticed the confrontation and called out to them.

Michael was then pulled aside by Alex, who seemed elated at the thought she was considered "old". Michael was going to say something about how she was insulting them, but after seeing the happy expression on his face, he decided against it. He wanted Alex to take any happiness she could get, considering how she had been feeling recently. "Course you're old, Alex," Michael reaffirmed. He then thought back to Lynnwell's words, remembering something about her threatening him tomorrow. If it was a fight she was after, Michael wasn't one to turn it down, nor go down so easily.
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A path of escape had revealed itself, hidden behind a bookcase, which the grimoire had guided him towards. It filled him with relief, he had not given much thoughts on how he would take his leave of the library. Perhaps he had planned to be caught? Perhaps it was just folly to worry about it, because no matter where he would be, the same thoughts would come back to remind him of his uselessness. He had to live a life of worth in some manner of way to make it up to his brother, even if it meant going down a dark path in order to get to the light that was always just out of reach. While to others he seemed to wield the light itself, yet as much as one is blind in the dark, so can one be blinded in the light. Perhaps there would be no salvation for him. Perhaps he was forever doomed to feel miserable and helpless to change the world around him. No. He had to try.

"Good. Now make haste and let us get out of here..." The grimoire worded in a satisfied manner, but upon noticing that his wielder didn't move it begged the question as to why?

"What is the matter boy?!" The book asked in a hurried manner.

"Someone else is here... Oh! It's a pretty young lady.." Reverio blinked as he first heard footsteps, and then spotted a whitehaired girl, who also seemed to notice him. But she didn't let her gaze linger long on him, thus Reverio felt at ease. She was definitely not part of the library staff or were here to stop him.

"Uhm.. greetings? I did not expect to see anyone else down here. You really should be careful down here, it isn't safe. Are you lost?" Reverio strode back towards the centre of the chamber, still holding unto the grimoire which was now swearing and cursing at him. Reverio gently pressed the book's covers together to shut it up.

'She's not part of the library staff. She must have gotten in here thinking it was the bathroom?' The male thought. Or did the young woman accidently think this was a part of the library too, seeing him enter the place but missing his tinkering with the wardings? That meant she was his responsibility. He couldn't let her fall into harms way, especially not if the library staff would be far off, they would possibly think it was her. No, that just wouldn't have to do. She was coming with them.

'This is like that story my brother used to tell me about saving damsels.. this is definitely a helpless and clueless damsel. Maybe abit too much... did some trap affect her mind?' The blonde readied himself up to deal with the situation, swallowing deeply before he walked up and tried to quickly hold her hand. "We need to leave this place, it's dangerous- This way!" He said with a pleading voice that urged action.

"If you don't get moving we are all going to hell! Grab the misplaced harlot and get a move on!" The book said in a worried voice which only an old grimoire could utter. "Language!" Reverio protested.

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"Please, my knights! Deliver us ladies from this vexing injustice!" Darla beseeched."Deal with this blackguard who makes light of a lady's chastity and objectifies women!"

The horseplay continued as she quickly switched from a pleading stance to one than involved looking at her expensive manicure, while the subhuman who had such a lapse of judgement big enough to make himself an annoyance before her continued to yap. Her head tilted seeing the images taken. They would prove his innocence? Yeah right. What about lawsuits about improper filming and use of her own image without paying royalties? An army of vampir...err, lawyers would milk this perp dry. She concluded.

But no, she had to bring attention upon Reverio, the bad loser this kid was. That made Darla narrow her eyes. One thing was to fight one own battles...but he had the gall to bring her *cousin* into this. And then get away before she could order her servants to make an Ukelele out of his incipient facial hair.

Well, she had registered his name. "So be it. Your *senpai* has noticed you, perp. And it's not the good kind of attention." She muttered under her breath as she wiped her golden hair out of her face in exasperation.

Oh, there was the mutt now. Excellent. As if the morning could not get more annoying.

"It's not that kind of dog." She said. "It's a wild wolf. As he had said. The kind that makes good trophies and is fun to shoot at." Darla replied, a smirk in her face. However there was no warmth behind it, as she sized Kurogane up and down. The smile of the predator known as man, apex of all predators. "And with the same kind of social graces at a table"

Shooting this idiot won't help my time with Reverio.

She sighed as she rummaged on her possessions, producing a couple of black credit cards. One for Alrune, and one for Lambda. "Moving on. I did offer two million. Here's one for each of my knights. In Rhean currency. Tax free. A Drake always pays her debts. She frowned, as she cracked her knuckles and began typing on her phone.

"Jet, engage Rescue Mode on Reverio. Obstacles are to be eliminated." She instructed to the heavyset maid, who began running with thundering steps towards the last location of Reverio, with the same speed and momentum of a freight train. There was a loud gasp among students and staff as the gynoid immediatedly was set on the warpath towards the restricted zone.

Darla then typed something else.

"Pearl, hack into the Library systems, and cause major havok. I want also to send a message to Reverio."

The smaller construct nodded thoughtfully, and was beset as if by a trance. "My lady, I have found illicitly uploaded material updated into the library's systems about yourself."

Darla tilted her head. "Then scrub it clean!" She said in a measured tone, with an undercurrent of annoyance.

The robot maid nodded, as the entire Library exploded into a chaos of malfunctioning fire alarms and fire sprayers. Automated robots began spinning wildly, and even the media projectors began to project Magical Girl Descartes at full volume.

"I'm gonna get an earful for this, but I don't care." Darla said to herself.



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Meanwhile, while Reverio was being hurried up, a large holographic display materialized in front of Reverio, typing a message. "I'll keep causing havok, so buy me flowers ;)" This was the herald of powerful blasts and the sound of running heavy footsteps as a large gynoid plowed through everything to reach Reverio's position.

It was Jet.

"Come with me if you want to live." The construct said.
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'A blight afore mine eyne. Two weake wights. Nay matter, I shalt find the ones which bear thine legacy.' The sly feline woman thought to herself whilst the teacher came closer.

"A new student? Well didn't you pick the right day to join up with the school! Come over this way and I'll help you fill out the forms. It will be O-K-A-Y." The math teacher explained in a jovial manner before restraining himself and motioning with both his hands in a reassuring manner that Lynnwell indeed were in good company.

The pinkhaired young woman rolled her eyes, unbeknownst to the other three. But then offered a formal bow towards the math teacher.

"Please do so." She worded in a soft, smooth manner. Like verbal honey. As the math teacher motioned for her to walk into the building towards one of the offices.

"Saint Laurels has been the place of many great heroes through the ages, ever since it's founder, Saint Laurel himself. You saw the statue out there? It depicts him in his young years. He was truly an amazing person, a person which we all can only see as a shining example of how we should be. He brought an end to the great war and solved many issues of our world, much like we today try to keep up his legacy by doing what good we can." The math teacher explained as he unlocked a door leading to an office.

The slightly shorter young woman stepped inside right after him. Not uttering a word. The math teacher began to lean with his lower back against the desk in the room, while crossing his arms. Allowing the young woman to take in the decorations of the room.

"How do you like the decor? I had these arranged myself with some help from the history teacher. We are all here at the same rank, aside from the headmaster. So we can all apply new students or dismiss troublemakers." The math teacher said in a more calm voice than before.

It was with doubt that Lynnwell observed the various decoration in the room. Modern things most of it. Aside from one small portrait of a young man. Without barely making any sound, the feline woman made her way over to it and seemed to be almost as if enthralled by it. She reached out to touch it with her clawed hand. "Ahh, some male student from ages ago. It has no signature so not sure who it is supposed to be. But please don't touch it." The teacher said in a pleading tone, as he turned around to take out the proper forms needed for students to go through.

The young woman didn't heed the teacher's words and allowed her fingers to softly caress the drawing, allowing each of her fingers carefully slide over the facial form of the young man. Her other hand however reached for the broché she had attached to her shirt. She felt over it with her fingers, the broché which had the silhuette of Saint Laurel himself carved into it. It was him. She knew his face. That was Laurel the saint- no. It was Laurel the warrior. Her kindred spirit. Not only were he, one in a million days and nights, he was one in a million lifetimes. There had never been anyone like Laurel before, and none after who could compare to him.

"Hey! No touching! I was pretty clear with- Are you listening?!" The math teacher spoke up in a raised voice, abit annoyed that his decoration was being defiled as far as he saw it.

Lynnwell turned her head and face towards the teacher, before her head slowly raised up to give him a stare with her yellow eyes. It was a look that could kill. Then she proceeded to feel at the drawing. Was it fear that drew him to use his powers? Was it his pedantic care of his office? Who'd knew. The math teacher held out his right hand as five chains seemingly came out of portals all around Lynnwell, latching unto her arms, legs and neck.

"That's enough! Did you not hear me? This is not how you show respect to the teachers here, neither to our founder St Laurel." The teacher quickly blurted out, he had been abit unnerved and panicked. To use powers on a new applicant was not something that was good, but there was something very off with the girl that he couldn't explain. It was almost as if she was some kind of demon? Impossible.

"Tis thee who art lacking in respect. To thine elder, to thine founder, to thine position, to thine... life." The voice of the young woman was chillingly calm, as the chains seemed to wrap around her. There was a cracking sound, and then the chains seemed to shatter into pieces, their magic holding them together crumbling.

"What?! What's going on? How could you- What are you? Who are you?!" The math teacher fell back against the desk again, stunned that this student had seemingly effortlessly broken out of his power.

There were no verbal answer to begin, as the girl lunged right for him, her both feet seemed almost to cling to the teacher's arms as he flung them up to protect himself. He landed with his back on top of the desk, the young woman's feet pinning his arms on it and soon enough he felt his face being grabbed with two clawed hands. One hand over his mouth, the other sliding his hair out of his face so he could clearly see his assailant as he opened his eyes in horror. What were she going to do to him?

"Qwell thine cries, meager pawn. I shall have none o' it. Thou hast uttered vile lies, the one enstatuated outdoors be not Laurel. The one upon said painting thee have here however is. I shalt be taking it." Lynnwell worded in a calm manner, but her voice was ridden with some withheld anger. Almost as if she was holding back the urge to murder him on the spot.

"Mghhmhmmm!" The teacher replied through the hand held before his mouth.

"I ought to shred thee into pieces... for thine grave error." Her intense catlike gaze meeting the terrified eyes of the teacher. Suddenly the teacher could feel something warm along his legs. Had she gutted him? Oh no. He had just been that scared.

"Do thee dread thine end, child? Thou art to pay more heed to tales o' old, weake wight. Fret not, I shalt not slay thee. Not now. Thine apostles art lacking, correct it. Lest thee shalt disappear... do thee understand?" Lynnwell allowed one of her clawed hands slide across the teacher's face, not in a loving manner, but how a cat would toy with a mouse. Her claws sliding over his cheek, he could feel just how sharp they were. Like knives.

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How irksome. The foreigner girl had managed to pay for herself. Such poor luck. Unbelievable. Orpheuz shook his head softly to himself as Alyona left the store. It did remind him, that it wasn't such a bad idea at all to do just that. So he headed outdoors. Once outside he allowed himself a deep breath, he had been unsuccessful so far in locating the important people in his former life. A sense of worry did momentarily cross his mind, what if they didn't exist and he had to settle with second-rate background type people.

At least he knew Vera and Andras were around, with some luck he could possibly find some of the others who would be crucial for the battle of the world. After all, he had been told by his benefactor that this battle would decide all battles. He couldn't allow himself to fail, even if it meant being completely destroyed himself in the process. This wasn't about him, it was about her. All version of her and that of those who shared the dream. No doubt his other selves felt the same way.

But where were they, his other self and the fairest of all maidens? No doubt when he would find one, he would find the other. For how could they ever part? Unfathomable. He knew fully well he would travel through the very hells themselves for her sake and the sake of their dream. The superhuman greater world, where the giftless in their jealousy would one day take up arms against the chosen of the gods. He wouldn't just sit idly by to allow their envious dream crush the dream of the chosen ones. No, the giftless had to be qwelled and order had to be supreme. Even if he had to become a mortal god to protect that future, so would it be. For the sake of the dream and the empress of shadows, he would fight any foe. Anytime. Anywhere. But for this single day, he would have to be patient, gather what he could, find allies where he could. Even draw enemies into joining his quest. For the more they would have, the bigger the hope for victory.

Orpheuz decided that a shortcut might however be in order, as walking down the large streets were tiresome. Especially seeing couples who were unaware of the looming danger, of people who were happy. Were he jealous? In a way. The shortcut he had decided upon were an alleyway, the kind where one would find the less fortunate making their home or were thugs and other scum would hang out. How unfortunate his luck had been. For ahead in his path stood the girl from the candy-store.

'Surely you must jest? Why is this girl reappearing here? Why in the world would she take the route through this alleyway? Could it be she's up to no good.' He pondered as he moved his hands out of his jacket-pockets, he looked defensive in his posture.

'She's either a mugger or a drugdealer. Damn foreigners ruining Rhea. If she wants a fight, I got the right kind of medicine right here for you. Let's see what you've got...' Orpheuz prepped himself mentally, he wasn't overly fond of fighting girls, but he knew he had to sometimes make exceptions. Like in tournaments or when there are no options. Perhaps he could take her drugmoney and use it for good? The idea started to become appealing.

"If you plan on robbing me, know that I have no card anymore. But what I do have be powers that make me a nightmare for people like you. So get out of my way, or I will make you stay out of my way." Orpheuz quickly summoned forth a stream of black liquid into his right hand, before it seemed to solidify into what almost seemed to be crystal. Taking the shape of a sword.

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Alex wasn't really sure what was going on with the girl, but the teacher handled it and walked her away. 'All's well that ends well...?' Something about the entire encounter gave Alex the feeling of a headache coming on, though that could also be considered a symptom of being low on sleep and food. In fact, Alex now had a remedy to one of those things, thanks to Michael. She nearly tore into it right then and there, but she paused for a moment. 'I-I feel a little weird eating in front of him, especially since it's his own lunch...'

"Um... Well, new students aside... I should get back to my own class before lunch period ends!" Alex blamed the somewhat awkward atmosphere on the foreign girl speaking a different language entirely at them, though she had a suspicion it would have been awkward no matter what. She was essentially taking his lunch from him, after all... Alex began to turn, trying to keep those thoughts out of her mind. "I-I'll see you later, Michael!! I-I mean, probably not afterschool later cuz I'm going straight to Clausewitz, but-" Alex realized she was saying too much for a farewell, and cut herself off. "Um. Bye!"

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Alyona's eyes narrowed, her expression unamused. "I think that is my line here. I was not the one who followed someone into an alleyway and threatened them." If he was telling the truth, Aly might be able to simply let the boy pass. Of course, since he pulled out a weapon so readily, she didn't like the odds. "But by all means, pass. I have no need for anything you own. She leaned against the alleyway to let him pass.

Of course, her eyes followed him closely. She kept her left hand open as a gesture of keeping nothing hidden from him - though she had the wellspring of curses in her body ready to form a lance in the moment it would take for her to close her hand around it. It was a trick she had learned not from the mercenary guardsmen of Yenina Manor, but from Yekaterinan folklore: A classic gambit of appearing unarmed yet having a weapon ready at a moment's notice.

Of course, it was entirely dependent on the boy, regardless of if he understood what she was doing. She preferred if he took the foolish interpretation and just thought she was making an offering of peace, but also seeing the gesture as a sign that she would fight back if attacked was fine too.
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The audacity. The girl had the nerve to think he was following her, the mere pattern of thought would had made his old self nauseated. Why on earth would he follow this damn foreigner into an alleyway, he wasn't some lowlife scum.

"You are just the someone who pretended to not understand what I was saying earlier. I think that's far more suspicious than someone merely chosing to take a shortcut. What are you? A spy? It doesn't matter..." Orpheuz pointed his crystal-like sword out towards Alyona.

'This girl is definitely intending on letting me pass just so she can stab me in the back. I am not going to be so easily give up my advantageous situation like some no-name face in the crowd.' He analyzed the situation, he could feel the tension in the very air around them. He didn't want to have to fight in a place such as this, someone not involved in this situation could get harmed. He had to limit his use of powers down abit. His sword was mostly a distraction, he wasn't really the best swordfighter, and even if he were... this sword wouldn't hold up well against other weapons anyways.

Getting up close with an adversary were to be avoided unless it was highly necessary. He also didn't know if the girl in question were one of the chosen ones, or if she was one of the giftless. Until he knew for certain, he would have to rely on non-lethal moves. Perhaps he could subdue her and make her admit to whatever unlawful buisness she clearly was up to. The military clad young man allowed his free hand to rest at his waist momentarily before he gradually moved it behind his back in a slow manner. Once obscured he channeled his powers to form an orb of liquid black water into it.

"Hmph. Good try. You've attempted to deceive me once, and now you try to do so again. I am not so easily duped. Your luck just ran out..." Orpheuz said in a very arrogant tone of voice, then he reached out with his left hand, holding up the watery orb of dark water. Soon it began to twirl and stretch out, like a snake, the very end forming what first appeared to look like the maws of a dragon. It's target was Alyona's chest. He was going to hose her down like a fireman would to a burning inferno, allowing the water pressure to glue her to the nearby wall. Safety always were a first priority. That way he could avoid damaging any unsuspecting innocent unlooker and not ruin any of the buildings, and possibly end this encounter without shedding any blood. And get her ill-gotten gains. A win-win.

The watery snake-like jet hurled itself towards Alyona, it's wielders intent to nail her to the wall.

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Michael was equally confused about Lynnwell, not really sure what to make of her. Past the glamourous catgirl exterior with a ye-olden tongue, she commanded an aura of authority and intimidation. Michael was certain she had the power to back up her threats earlier as well. All in all, a nasty woman that Michael wanted no part in. It then occurred to him that he was coming across many problematic girls lately. There was Vera, the pink-haired girl with an attitude problem, Mina, the well-endowed cowgirl with a missing brain, and now Lynnwell, a ferocious catgirl in desperate need of a declawing.

Now that Michael really thought about it, Lynnwell seemed... familiar? He wasn't sure why; they've certainly never met before. Maybe she was someone famous. But what was it about her...

Alex broke Michael out of his thoughts as she said her farewells "Oh, yeah, see ya," Michael said, waving to her. Clausewitz, was it? That crazy-strict school? If Michael recalled, Alex knew someone called Wolf or someone who went there. Strange name, too.

This also meant that Michael had nothing to do now. While pondering his next course of action, his mind returned to the topic of Lynnwell. There was just something so familiar about her, but exactly what that was kept escaping his grasp. As he walked, he came across a statue of St. Laurel himself. He recalled that Lynnwell paid quite a bit of homage to the man, as if she knew him herself. Then, Michael finally recalled the fragment of knowledge he had been searching for.

"Lyngurium Lie...?" Michael muttered out loud. Perhaps Lynnwell was a descendent of that person.
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It didn't take her long to take the situation into consideration, in respect of Laurel-day. Thus she was only going to render the teacher uncouncious. She tapped into her fervorous heat, channeling heat itself through her clawed hands, causing the teacher to gradually pass out after a brief struggle. Once his body felt limp did the feline girl jump off him, landing on her feet a few feet away from the desk. Like how the fourlegged cats were able to always land on their feet and as if they weighed nothing. Lynnwell slowly walked over to the old portrait on the wall, and with the outmost gentle and care allowed her clawed fingers to take hold of the frame. Lifting the small portrait from the wall and looking at it.

"Thee planted thine seeds, thou done grand deeds. Thou sacrificed me for thine dream.... mine future set into stone, mine existance reborn. Thee conquered the hearts of gods and men. Rhea, that dream in thine mind, thine companion left behind. Laurel. To fight alongside thee is mine desire, the demon world seeks to wreak hell upon the world... Mine bodies have decayed, mine mind hast gone insane. Mine dreams are made of fragments of thee. The angel, saint Laurel. Where art thine spirit and sawol?" She hymned to herself as she went out of the office with her new memento.

To once again be able to look into the eyes of the man who killed her. It filled her with nostalgia, the mix of joy and longing, but also sorrow and disappointment. Who would have known living as long as she had would end up being so lonely? Immortality was not a gift alone, but also a curse which would pry away all things which made you human. The more ill you saw, the more it would warp your faith and hope. Some would find themselves become monsters, others would believe themselves to be akin to the gods. Many would no doubt go insane, seeing lifetimes pass by each other, and watch how death claimed everything else.

Death. It was truly her only constant follower, to those which opposed her, to those who she called allies and even herself. She knew that time had warped her mind, how she had strayed from how she had used to be. So long ago. Yet were she truly insane if she knew what effects it had on her? Like an incurable illness. The time before she had even met Laurel, she had been the one to have been labeled as a saviour. In the land which later came to be known as Rhea. But a hero on the battlefield earns many enemies, the dagger which struck her came from an ally. To most other people, this would have been the end. But not for her. For the gods themselves may have had plans for her. Thus she came back with a vengeance and struck down those which had brought her original fall.

Throughout the many following years she had fought many adversaries and ultimately passed away from old age, yet like the first death, she once again was reincarnated. Again and again. And to the battlefields. Always to the battlefields. And that's where she met Laurel. She could never had imagined, that in time they would become mortal enemies. The title of savior or hero, long forgotten and cast aside. It had been replaced with simply being a warrior, one of many, whereof now Laurel alone bore that title as he was praised all over the lands.

It was not that he bore the title which she had once held that casted shadows on her heart, nor was it the fame, the respect or the praise he received from others. She had never cared for any of that, except from one person. Laurel himself. He was changing, and she couldn't keep up, she couldn't follow him down the path he had chosen for himself, his followers and the land. She needed to act and destroy all those things which was disrupting him, to bring him back to her side as a fellow warrior. Who they would fight against wouldn't matter, it never did to her. All that mattered was that they were together, like a sword and shield or a pair of gauntlets.

Soon she became the enemy of all that Laurel wanted, the enemy of the newly founded Rhea, it's school... it's people. Against those odds, what can one do but to try fight? She fell. Again and again. How many times had it been Laurel who'd struck her down? Few are alive to tell. But to her, dying by his hand was still something to be treasured. To have his gaze fall upon her again. Even if it was a gaze of disappointment, it was met with a gaze of similar emotion. All that she ever wanted, all that she ever craved was to fight alongside him forever.

Laurel was gone, the land she knew... gone. Her former companions. All gone. The world had changed soo much, and the most fighting to be had in the land were caused by the various schools. Perhaps one of them would let her experience that feeling again, to feel alive. Take her to the very limit and strike her down like he did so long ago. To finally grant her the final warrior's death she'd wanted. But even then, she couldn't help but feel there was something missing, there was a reason why she had lived all this time. If it had not been to fight alongside Laurel to the end of time. Then what? What were she missing?

Lynnwell began her walk down the corridors of the saint laurel school, her destination the double-doors leading out of the building. Perhaps one of the other schools would hold the answers she would seek...
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The boy wasn't as bright - nor as dim - as Alyona had hoped. She didn't expect the sword to be a feint, though it didn't matter either way - it wasn't like her lances interacted with physical objects. It was a bit of a coin toss if the sword he had created was magical enough to physically interact with the lances, and Aly was never one to take a coin toss unless it was her only option. It was up to her agility now.

Aly sprang from her resting position on the wall, narrowly dodging the attack and tumbling. The various scrapes she incurred from the dive-tumble were better than whatever he had planned for her with that. She loudly swore in Yekaterinan - a classic curse that should not be translated.

In the split second decision she had instinctively dodged away from the boy, which seemed like the right thing to do considering what he had conjured. She didn't skip a beat before taking off into a sprint, quickly sliding around a dumpster deeper in the alleyway. She hoped that the bit of cover was worth stopping for - the rest of the alley was long enough she couldn't likely run the distance without leaving herself open for whatever he had for her.

Or maybe that was fine? Aly grit her teeth. She could run for it, enough to get near the edge of the alleyway, and simply take whatever he threw at her. Then if she was laid out or not, she could at least scream for help. 'No chance of that working.' She didn't have time to waste thinking of useless plans. Knowing what she did, this would be the one time no soul was travelling the street when she called for help.

At the very least she could buy some time. Drawing out a lance, she seized it firmly, and peered out for a brief moment to toss the black, etheral spear right at the boy. Moments after she let it fly, she drew out smaller, thin ones - more akin to knives than lances - and quickly whipped them down the alleyway. Alyona aimed to at least cause the boy to retreat, or find cover, and then use that opening to flee. She could press the advantage if he foolishly took cover behind something, given that her lances passed through physical objects... but getting clear of the scene seemed far more important than 'winning' the fight. Especially since if she bothered to actually enjoy the win by teaching the kid a cutting-edge lesson in pain, she'd definitely get caught up in some kind of trouble with the law. What was the point of winning in such a case?
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She had managed to avoid being hit by his first attack, even if only by a small margin, this was enough a reason to impress the military clad young man. Would his attention not had been focused on subduing his opponent swiftly, his old self may have even complimented her. But there was a time for everything, and the girl in question had not been slacking in replying with an attack of her own as soon as she relocated herself behind a container of trash. A spear of dark energies was flying right towards him at high speed, confirming that she was indeed one of his kind. Someone with the gift of the gods. Even if she was seemingly on the wrong side of things, perhaps even she could be turned to the light? His guiding light.

Orpheuz didn't waste any time in retaliating against the incoming attack, hurling his newly formed sword towards it to intercept it, but the spear seemed to go right through it. The sword notched itself into a nearby wooden crate that someone had placed in the alleyway, while the spear slammed right into his shoulder, his attempts to dodge it had been unsuccessful, but at least it was not going to hit his heart. A familiar tingle could then be felt, like a million butterflies would fill his entire chest and tickle his brain. It was a pleasant feeling. Like seeing the ripples on the water, the smoothness of streams, the sound of waves hitting the beach. He allowed himself a quick grin.

'PHANTOM REFLECTION!' Echoed inside of his own mind.

The dark spear suddenly flung back towards Alyona at the same speed and effect it had been hurled towards him. The path between the worlds had warped him in so many ways, that some laws of the world would no longer affect him. His power had bestowed him with the ability to passively deny and reflect back conditions of the body and mind back at whomever used it. Whilst the girl's attack had been thwarted, there was no time to celebrate just yet. He could hear his old father in the back of his head. 'Don't lower your guard!'. He wouldn't. He couldn't allow himself to. The fate of the world was on his shoulders, if his benefactor was to be believed. He had no choice but to believe in it.

Quickly his eyes darted towards his recently discarded sword, before he reached out with his hand and telekinetically hurled it towards the area behind the dumpster, he knew he was firing in the blind. But with abit of luck, he might hit her. If nothing else, the sword would serve it's initial purpose as a distraction. As soon as he had hurled it, the girl was following up her original spear attack with some smaller projectiles. Visually they were different, and there were more than one. He didn't know if they would carry the same kind of effect as the spear, and he couldn't allow himself to risk finding out.

"Tch!" He gritted his teeth quickly, as he appeared to vanish into thin air at the nick of time, before the smaller projectiles would start to fill up that side of the alleyway. With so little room to normally attempt to dodge, he had to rely on his temporary plane-slipping power to get him out of harms way. This girl was proving to be a resourceful -thief-. While getting out of harms way might have seemed like an ideal thing to do, he was also not going to let this would-be-robber to even believe for a second she had the upper hand on him. The amount of boost to her ego would spell disaster for innocent people who happened to just get into her way. No. This villainess had to be put in her place and then he could question her properly.

The young man had reappeared at the other end of the alleyway, on the same side as Alyona was hiding on, albeit a distance away from her. His both hands held out, he allowed both his thumbs to touch and his other fingers to line up to form a triangle sign, before it filled up with his dark watery power, spinning quickly like a vortex before it hurled itself out towards Alyona. Like a miniature horizontal water tornado. He was going to suck her into it, like a pair of socks going into a washing machine at the highest speed. He was going to have to clean up. If the tumbling within the watery vortex wouldn't do it, perhaps the pitch black water would blind her. If nothing else, she might get drenched or swallow alot of the liquid. All of the various scenarios would be beneficial to him. It wasn't about fighting fair, it never were. It was about fighting smart. Victory was to be had, as long as he could hold unto his own humanity. What else mattered?

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It had been a mix of "Oh!" and a feeling of enlightenment the moment in which Darla had explained that Kurogane was in fact a wild animal. A wolf. Or some humanoid gifted with some powers that made him look like one. Darla did mention something about shooting at animals and making trophies out of them, and it being a fun thing. Al wasn't fully convinced, it did seem like a mean thing to do. Then again he did like to eat meat. To Al it all sounded fascinating, seeing all these different people interact, but he was too preoccupied in smiling and jumping with his very being on being handed an expensive looking card.

"T-t-thank you? Thank y-you! THANK YOU! I am going to m-make a s-s-s-song about you! In memorial of your generousity!" Al proclaimed before he allowed himself to shut up so he could calmly assess the situation.

'One million?! One million rhean- I am rich! Rich rich rich! I can buy so much food! Oh my gods, oh my gods! I need to calm down before I start to choke!' The young boy began to breathe quickly, as if he was having a panic attack, but managing to avert it in the last second. He finished the almost-seizure with a deep inhale. Did the wolf-guy say something while he was preoccupied not passing out from joy? It must have been something important. Because Kurogane's paws... hands... found themselves grabbing Al's neck in a not so friendly manner. The wolf boy then began to threaten the young artist who could do nothing but try to not get choked out at the spot, grabbing unto Kurogane's arms momentarily.

So this was it huh? This was how he was going to die? Like all famous artists he would end up dying so young. Like hell he would! He had so much to live for. There were fun parties to go to, great food to eat and nice beats to listen to. Before he could make up his mind if he was going to have to electrocute the now seemingly feral wolf, Lambda had managed to slip in to calm the ferocious wolf-person down. Odd. Al couldn't help but feel calmer all of a sudden himself. Was it the air slowly being sucked out of him? Perhaps dying wasn't so scary after all, just like a really long nap. He felt calm. Relaxed. And then he had been let down back to the ground.

Had he died? No. He pinched his own arm to test. He was still alive. Not to mention he could hear both Kurogane and Lambda talking. He felt really sleepy all of a sudden, but happy. To such a degree he had trouble following the conversation up until the point Lambda was introducing himself, right after Kurogane had left for the upper floors of the library.

"Uhh..ahahah..." Al laughed in an uncertain manner, he wasn't as nervous as before, but he still felt awkward about the whole situation. Still he felt good now. With the money he had gotten from the generous AND RICH young lady. He could send help to his family and finally get them to Rhea so they could all live peacefully with a ton of food. He knew for certain that doing the good and right thing was also apparently the most profitable.

Now nothing could get into his way of having a chill-life. He already knew what he was going to do with the money today. Food! Drinks! Sweets! Test EVERYTHING. He pondered for a moment if he was going to share some of the money with his manager who had helped him so much. But that was thoughts meant for later. His far-distance gaze went back to the present and to Lambda. "Don't mention it! I was glad to help! That'll teach that pervert to respect the ladies! Pleased to make your aqq- accui?" Al begun to speak to the slightly older boy, but he was stopped by not finding the right word. So much for trying to sound elegant.

"I mean, pleased to meet you! My name is Alrune Ihadugram Al-Zardun Dimekshia nu Karzanoon. But you can just call me Al. I.. uhm... I am not part of any school yet. But I do intend to join Mephisto's School for the Wickedly Inclined. Because it's wicked! And I am totally inclined to believe it! Cool names like that are.. uh.. cool? Besides alot of people I meet speak fondly of it." Al beamed a broad smile and then began to ponder on just what people had said about it.

"If you want something you can just take it!" Al said in a mimicked voice of an older student. "That sort of thing. I mean who doesn't like free stuff? Imagine the parties with all the free-food samples! Does St Laurel's have some benefits?" He asked Lambda in a ponderous manner, his chin neatly cupped by his own hand.

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