[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/aef3087a-5b67-4c7a-b700-3c45c3052f60.png[/img] [color=tomato]"A letter?“ [i]*Voice gets squeaky*[/i] "For me!?“[/color] [color=888888]— Suki Oyama[/color][/center] The first class passed by quickly enough. For whatever reason, Suki found the teacher’s ramblings about math especially interesting today. You could use pi to figure out the circumference of a circle or its area. Pie. Pie! Pies are round, and pi times the diameter gives you the circumference while multiplying against the radius squared gives you the area. Pies were also round. This was information she would never forget. What number was pi exactly? The teacher bowed and left the room, which gave all the other students a moment to tidy up and prepare for the next class. Suki looked over her shoulder at her locker. Japanese lockers were quite a bit different than their American counterparts. They were usually small boxes without doors, and thus couldn’t actually be locked. Because students usually used a single classroom for all of their classes (barring activities like gym) they could be located right inside the classroom itself. So without moving from her seat, she could see that something else was stashed with all of her books. She stood up and wandered over to her little cube. Sure enough, a white envelope was leaning against the wall of her locker. She pulled it out and examined it, but saw no markings on the outside. It had been sealed, and didn’t weigh enough to contain anything more than a letter. Of course, the delinquent knew of dangerous things much lighter than a letter, so she held it up to a light source. The envelope was thin enough that the light shined through it but the folded up letter inside was illegible. She didn’t see any powder or anything. With her fears assuaged, she gave the letter a sniff. She couldn’t place the fragrance. It was faint yet pleasant, but was most certainly deliberate. Could this be a love letter? It probably wasn’t but, you know? On a day like today? She couldn’t read something like that now. The next class was about to start. She stuck the letter in the back of her textbook and hurried back to her seat. Her heart was beating a little faster than it was moments before, but she couldn’t stop smiling. [hr] Regina, or Ashbringer as she was known in magical girl form, was peering into a classroom. Her arms were folded and her long, crimson hair was swept over her shoulder. She only leaned into the doorway enough that a single eye could peek inside. But Roche’s sudden appearance seemed to startle her. The graduate’s entire body shook before her head snapped over to the newly arrived. [color=red]”Long time no see indeed.”[/color] She relaxed against the hallway wall. [color=red]”I did not come for you, initially. I had intended for our next encounter to be in the spring, as I promised. But the situation has grown complicated.”[/color] Regina wasn’t looking at anyone. She had a pensive look, and sighed deeply before she continued. [color=red]”Misoka is being harassed by authorities now. I knew she could handle what happened to the flower shop. But this? It’s a step too far, and I need to do something about it.”[/color] She turned to face Roche. [color=red]”Can we forget about the whole fight thing for the moment? I would like to join the Detention Club and find out what’s [i]really[/i] going on with Misoka.”[/color] [hr] On her way to school, Haruna got a phone call from a certain pancake loving magical girl. [color=pink]”Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”[/color] Morganite, or rather Saundra’s voice, poured out of the phone. [color=pink]”I waz talkin to da baws about ya, and I waz able ta get some diplomacy done!”[/color] She laughed. [color=pink]”Ruby is fine with us backing off if ya are willing ta keep us in da loop. Ya just gotta let us call ya Tenacious Tourmaline from now on.”[/color] She coughed. [color=pink]”Iz just a title. Ya can keep on being Hizuki, but da other GEMS wanna feel like one o’ deres is watchin’ da Detention club. We’re already backin’ outa da suburbs.”[/color] [hr] Michi, or Black Gate as her magical girl persona was called, walked down the halls of Hibusa high. Her eyes drifted to the students as she walked by. A great deal of them had little plushy charms clipped to their backpacks, and more still probably had some of her servants in their homes. She allowed herself to smile. Then she heard a girl yelp, and her head popped up. Kiyo was racing down the halls at full speed, and everyone was making room for her. Michi stepped to the side to allow her to pass. The wake of a boat closes after the ship has cleared it, but the wake of people behind Kiyo had not done so. Instead, perhaps out of curiosity, everyone’s eyes turned to look at the slowest girl in school. Michi was the first to step away from the wall and approached the girl. [color=9a8c9a]"Are you okay?"[/color] [hr] As Norika’s morning continued, so too did the usual occurrences, such as the two maids talking just a bit too loudly outside her door. [b]”I’m so glad I don’t have to enter the room with her today.”[/b] [b]”You say that every time I feed her.”[/b] [b]”It’s no less true.”[/b] [b]”Fair. It's a bother to get all dressed up just for the privilege of giving that ungrateful brat her meal.”[/b] She chuckled. [b]”I’m so tempted to slip her something next time.”[/b] [b]”Hey! Don’t even joke about that! We’d all be out of a job!”[/b] [b]”Relax, I’d never do it. As annoying as she is, her father pays generously.”[/b] [b]”He should ditch his wife. I bet I could produce a son like the one he lost.”[/b] [b]”Now who’s going too far?”[/b] Their voices faded down the hall. A tutor would be coming in at some time to start teaching, and it wouldn’t be Roche. That was something that Norika had to prepare for. At least the detectives weren’t coming down the street again to ask her more questions. … … … Nope. Even Norika wasn’t [i]that[/i] unfortunate.