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Location: St. Laurel's Academy
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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 "[color=7ea7d8]Oh, yeah, see ya,[/color]" 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. 

"[color=7ea7d8]Lyngurium Lie...?[/color]" Michael muttered out loud. Perhaps Lynnwell was a descendent of that person.