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Roche crunched upon her toast, masticating without a thought to the ruddy mix of jam and butter sliding down her gullet. The shadow of a restless night still clung to her face as the tips of her fingers throbbed from laboring over a cork board hung in her room. Strings of red wool ran from pushpins that she’d torn loose and thrust anew ad nauseum for most of the night as she struggled with the tangled web in her mind. 

Scraps of paper messily scrawled with the names of key actors in the farce that was her life. Marker slashed out ‘Ashbringer’ and ‘Schrade’ with equal emotion, pinned alongside their supposed civilian identities. Branching from them were known associates, the former only sporting Sink Queen and Misoka, while the latter bloomed into a tree of club members and their associates. 

Before she’d put markers to paper, she had thought the club orderly in its chaos, a predictable storm to coax along per Rei’s rules. Now after putting a trio of branches from Shatterscape and seeing the names of three girls when she’d thought to have only held one in her arms, certainty was no longer something she could take for granted. 

Satan and her perverse friend sat as twin islands further afield near a cluster of GEMS, with the latter bearing a tenuous bridge back to the Detention Club courtesy of Hizuki. 

“What a mess.” Roche swallowed her paltry meal, expression tight as she cast a blanket over the board and tucked the entire thing into the closet. Stepping past a laptop whose camera was taped over and waltzing past curtains drawn tight over shuttered blinds, she shouldered her bag and departed to school, hand palming an orb sitting heavy in her wind breaker. 

Emerging from the darkness of her home to find a pleasant day, she’d had time to make a habit of jogging with their new resident light girl. To her enlightened eye she still seemed innocent, and she exulted in the feeling of having another to break the solitude of her routine. Even as her height swelled with dread that it could all come crashing down with another revelation. 

After saying her goodbyes, they’d split to make their own way into the school. Roche’s own route should have been without issue, and in truth, it was. If she would only turn a blind eye to the source of her distress, but when had the Rulekeeper balked from the flames that burned her?

After shaking the orb of wisdom in her pocket and stealing a glance at its answer, the Rule Keeper strode forward with a megawatt smile. 

[color=orange]“Hey there, long time, no see!”[/color] Roche came alongside the crimson haired college student, snatching her into a side hug that let her briefly glimpse Misoka herself through the classroom’s window. Just as quickly she gave the most dangerous threat to the Detention Club her space, leaning against the wall and favoring her like an old friend. The sort of touchy-feely greeting everyone’s glazed over in a high school, too common and vapid to register in their minds if it wasn’t their own friend group. 


After her response to the GEMS intrusion, one would have thought she’d be murderous and lashing out, but she’d spent far too much time studying her opposition to misconstrue her intentions so badly. Knowing full well she’d intruded onto Ashbringer’s territory, it feet neatly into her budding theory that Ashbringer showed up at the heart of the Detention Club. 

[color=orange]”It’s good to see you. Our schedules really don’t line up, but I’m glad you could make some time after for us Hibusa girls. How’s life been treating you?”[/color]