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[color=tomato]"Kiyo would never lie to me. She’s as trustworthy as Willow! Unlike [i]some[/i] other people I know."[/color]

[color=888888]— Suki Oyama[/color][/center]

[color=ff6347]"Is that so?"[/color]

Suki looked at her textbook, or more specifically, where the letter hiding in its pages should be. She’d know who it was in time, but she couldn’t help but try to work out who it could be. It was a hand written note, so Tsubomi was out. Girls usually had really nice handwriting, but that wasn’t the case with her. It didn’t appear to be Kiyo either. The cryptic girl was awfully forward today, which might have been a sign she was hiding something. But nah, Kiyo was usually up to something. That, and Kiyo had made it evident she had enough of Oros a long time ago. It would be too out of the norm for her.

It was a little annoying to talk with the peanut gallery present. If only Kiyo was alone, or they were walking somewhere, then maybe she could talk to her more. 

The door to the class room flew open. A heavy set, middle-aged balding man skidded into the room. Despite falling off the ugly tree and hitting every branch on the way down, Suki found Mr Wantanabe to be one of her favorite teachers. They didn’t always get him, but he was one of the few people who made learning math fun. Quite the opposite of Miss Hara, who was easy on the eyes and little else. Suki had nicknamed her sniper because she was acutely aware of what was happening in the classroom at all times. You couldn’t sneak a peak at your phone without Miss Hara catching you. Then you were pulled to the front of the class and humiliated in front of everyone. Mr Wantanabe didn’t need to do that because his classes were interesting enough that you didn’t [i]want[/i] to look at your phone.

[b][color=ffffff]"Hey kiddos! Who’s ready for some-"[/color][/b] He placed his hand on the desk and felt around. [b][color=ffffff]"Ah, well, woops!"[/color][/b] She shrugged his shoulders. [b][color=ffffff]"I forgot the projector. It’ll take me a moment so… Miss Oyama and  Miss Kuroki! Just who I was looking for!"[/color][/b] He slapped his belly with both hands. [b][color=ffffff]"Would you mind helping me set up? I left the projector in class H-2, so if you could just-"[/color][/b]

[color=ff6347]"We’re on it!"[/color] Suki saluted her teacher (who reciprocated) before urging Kiyo to get up. [color=ff6347]"Come on, Aneki! Time’s a wastin!"[/color]

Me Wantanabe rubbed the back of his head. [b][color=ffffff]"It’s no rush, really!"[/color][/b]

Suki tipped her head side to side as she practically danced out the door. Her pigtails swung side to side, an miraculously didn’t get caught in the doorframe as she passed by. What incredible luck! It was as if the world was bending to give her exactly what she wanted. 

[color=ff6347]"Ah, it really is a good day, isn’t it?"[/color] Suki’s dumb smile only got stupider as they walked down the halls. There were a few students moving to and fro, but no one that looked like an eavesdropper. [color=ff6347]"I think I’ve got a secret admirer. I didn’t want to say anything in front of those other girls because I haven’t confirmed it yet."[/color] She placed a finger on her chin. [color=ff6347]"I wonder if it’s Roche or Nyxia. I told Shuuko that I’d be willing to hang with them a few weeks ago, but nothing came of it. I figured they decided against it."[/color] Suki pursed her lips. [color=ff6347]"Not that I’m surprised by that."[/color] With a sigh, her smile returned. [color=ff6347]"But I’m kinda glad, honestly. Roche is too needy. I'm just waiting for her to invite Haruna into her harem, but I know she has too much class for that."[/color] 

While they walked. Suki noticed a girl that gave her a familiar vibe. It didn’t look like Shuuko, but… Well, it wasn’t, at any rate.

[color=ff6347]"So uh, how’s the club stuff?"[/color]

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[color=ff0000]"A truffle pig in France?"[/color] Regina shrugged her shoulders. [color=ff0000]"If the goal is to prevent anyone from digging, then maybe leaving the magical aspect out of it would be best? I’m one of Misoka’s friends, I’m concerned for her, I’m from out of town. That’s all true and who and what I am magically won’t be an issue if we stick to the facts. It also removes the need to get me into the club, since I’m sure I can work with you without being involved with it directly. But if you want answers, I’m not adverse to providing them."[/color]

The red head turned her attention to the classroom. Someone was approaching. Regina hugged Roche’s head against her chest and turned away from the door. As she did so, Misoka stepped outside. As she did so, she was humming a tune with a smile on her face. Not that Roche could actually see her smiling from her position. Her eyes flicked over to the the two girls, and just as quickly darted back ahead. There was a brief pause in her humming, but then she resumed, doing so even louder than before. 

[color=ff0000]"I don’t think she noticed us."[/color] Regina released Roche. [color=ff0000]"Oh, your face is all red. Did I hug you too hard?"[/color] She brushed one of her bangs with her finger. [color=ff0000]"Either way, I can give you answers. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know if you want to help Misoka."[/color]

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[color=9a8c9a]"What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo."[/color]

[color=888888]— Black Gate[/color][/center]

Michi didn’t even get a chance to say [color=9a8c9a]"I see"[/color] before Haruna appeared. Once Tsubomi got her shitbag response out of the way and then attempted to back pedal out of it, the goth girl addressed the newly arrived. [color=9a8c9a]"Good morning, Haruna. Tsubomi got run over by a mysterious assailant. And by run over, I mean someone ran into her and didn’t stop. She’s a little flustered is all."[/color] She folded her arms behind her back before looking at the two girls. [color=9a8c9a]"Otherwise, how have your mornings been? I’m quite pleased everyone is enjoying their toys. I’m almost fresh out of servants."[/color] She nodded to herself.
 
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It was hard to tell exactly what Finn was doing under so many layers of protective gear, but Norika’s questions caused him to freeze up. After a few seconds of stillness, he spoke.

[color=daa520]"I’m teaching!"[/color] His excitement came through his outfit easily enough. Though he must have understood that wasn’t going to cut it, because he continued to explain. [color=daa520]"Your father is a shrewd man. He was talking to Makoto and I about how much further you’ve come after presenting you with a young tutor. A student from Hibusa high, if memory serves."[/color] He held up J-Hat, as if it were himself. [color=daa520]"But she’s not available at all hours, so, um, I might have suggested that I could try my hand at tutoring you."[/color] He chuckled nervously. [color=daa520]"I’m not going to ask you anything about the case, so don’t worry about that. Right now we’re just going to help you learn, okay?"[/color] He pointed at himself with both thumbs. [color=daa520]"As for the suit? Your mother vaguely mentioned you were sensitive to certain types of allergens, but didn’t mention what any of those were. So I decided not to take any chances!"[/color] He figured that answered her questions, and moved on. [color=daa520]"So a Linear transformation as it refers to matrices simply means that, after the transformation, all vectors on a plane that were in a straight line, are still in a straight line. Think of a lattice with a nail at the center of each intersection. The nails are the vectors, and the wood that makes up the lattice are the lines. You can’t bend the wood, but you can pivot it across all the nails. You can turn all those little square holes into diamond ones, or even rotate the lattice completely!"[/color]