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[color=tomato]"Easy on the jewelry, Shoe-co"[/color]

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

[color=ff6347]"What did they write?"[/color] Suki started to blush, then chuckled. [color=ff6347]"Ah, they wrote quite a bit. It seemed really nice. Part of me thinks it’s a prank of some kind."[/color] The part of her she was using all of her power to ignore, that is. [color=ff6347]"But I don’t know. No one in school really pranks the Detention club."[/color] Yet that was easier to believe then someone leaving her a letter. And yet…

Kiyo being tight-lipped was expected, but fine. There was an unspoken rule that when you refused to share information, you couldn’t expect to get more information. As excited as Suki was, she understood the importance of keeping things somewhat under wraps in the short term. While Kiyo didn’t strike her as a prankster or a saboteur, the halls had many ears. 

[color=ff6347]"Well I hope it all-hurk!"[/color]

After shuuko put Suki’s choker to the test, the girl whipped around and nearly beat her over the head with her text book. Then, when they seemed to be slightly familiar, she tossed the text book onto the floor.  [color=ff6347]"I tripped!"[/color] She grabbed the sides of her head. [color=ff6347]"Strangely!"[/color] 

But it seemed like all Shuuko wanted to do was ask them a question. [color=ff6347]"Sure, I can answer a question, just let me get the projector we came for."[/color] Suki peered into the nearby classroom. Sure enough, the projector was on top of the teacher’s desk, and all the students inside had already started their math assignments. [color=ff6347]"This shouldn’t take too long."[/color] It didn’t look that heavy. It didn’t even seem like the thing that you needed two people for, but it ultimately worked to Suki’s advantage. She walked up to the projector, picked it up, and instantly made a face. [color=ff6347]"Hngh! A little heavier than- actually it’s fine!!"[/color] She walked back into the hall, seeming to forget her textbook as she rounded the corner and looked at Shuuko. [color=ff6347]"So what’s this question you wanted to ask?"[/color] She inquired while she walked.

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[color=ff0000]"Ah, I apologize."[/color] She patted Roche’s shoulder. [color=ff0000]"But to get to your questions, yes, I did plan the encounter. Or rather-"[/color] 

She looked around herself. One of the nearby classrooms did not appear to be in use. She put her arms under Roche’s armpits and lifted her up before stepping inside. Then she scuffed her way towards the back of the class where there was a janitorial closet. Once the two of them were inside, she slid the door shut with her foot. Thanks to a skylight, the room wasn’t entirely dark. But it wasn’t very spacious. The closet was only a little bigger than an elevator, but the walls were lined with bins and brooms and cleaning supplies. Few of them appeared as more than colored silhouettes outside of the skylight’s spotlight-like light.

[color=ff0000]"You mentioned secrecy being important. I hope that didn’t startle you."[/color] She set Roche down before folding her hands together. [color=ff0000]"Now for your questions. You are correct. I wanted to save Misoka from the Detention club. She is one of the few good things in this world, and its clear that the dread your trope spreads is bothering her. Or at least, that was what I thought. I knew that if I burned down the flower shop that you wouldn’t suspect a strong connection between us. Misoka is beloved by many and her father works a steady job in the city of light. Misoka’s father should have a lot of money put away, and who wouldn’t come together to help the town’s most beloved child? But I miscalculated. The real goal was just to cause some property damage and leave. I wanted to hurt the detention club, and at least in that I had succeeded."[/color] She sighed and placed her hands on her hips. [color=ff0000]"Tracking you guys isn’t too difficult. I know I said I was building up a team, but the truth is that I already have one. I have several dark magical girls that work with me and intercepting your connections is child’s play. They know their way around phones, computers, and software."[/color] Her eyes wandered around Roche. [color=ff0000]"You know, you’re not as heavy as I thought you’d be. And you smell kind of nice."[/color] 

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[color=9a8c9a]"Does Ken Ashcorp even make music anymore?"[/color]

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

[color=9a8c9a]"I see"[/color] Michi said again. Kiyo had made it apparent the club was a shelter from her servants, and due to not liking the school it was nothing she was ever going to be a part of. [color=9a8c9a]"Well, I doubt anything could be that crushing. If so, I'm sure something can be arranged to resolve it… Whatever it is."[/color] She rubbed the back of her head. [color=9a8c9a]"It sounds like you have your hands full. I saw Kiyo and Suki walk down the hall just a moment ago, so if you wanted to catch them before the next class begins, you can probably do that. And um…"[/color] She shrugged her shoulders. [color=9a8c9a]"I guess I’ll catch up with you again later."[/color]

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Finn looked down at his outfit, then back up at Norika. [color=daa520]"Ah, yes."[/color] She noted that his outfit offered the wearer far more protection than everyone around them. [color=daa520]"You aren’t wrong. I think a mask, gloves, and a gown are what they recommend to keep those around you healthy. I don’t think this is necessarily worse than that, is it?"[/color] he tipped his head. [color=daa520]"But if it’s not necessary, I shall remove it! Much longer and I’ll start sweating…"[/color]

And so, Finn began to undress. There all manner of noises as he shuffled around inside his suit. The squeak of stretching rubber, the hiss of something depressurizing, The click and clack of twenty hasps, and the layers continued to come off. Until at last the [url=https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/091/229/862/large/cho-boy-pf.jpg?1763630523]boy[/url] had removed the last article of his suit. He dried his forehead on his sleeve with a sigh.

[color=daa520]"Terribly sorry about that! But I think we’re ready to continue, no?"[/color] He picked back up the two paint sticks with I-hat and J-hat glued to them. [color=daa520]"Moving on! The main thing you’ll be doing with linear transformations as they relate to matrices is trying to understand what the transformation is. Transformation in this case is just a function. And to start doing that, we use I-Hat and J-Hat!"[/color] He held them at a perfect right angle. [color=daa520]"They’re really just the coordinates (0,1) and (1,0) respectively. As simple as it is to say, you can figure out where any vector in a matrix will end up after a transformation just by studying those two. But it’s, uh, a little easier to understand with some visual aids."[/color] He pulled some papers out of his suitcase and placed them at her desk. [color=daa520]"But I also have a video I can show you too, if you’d rather. There’s so much cool stuff on the internet nowadays!"[/color] 

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Zassou didn’t have to look very hard. As soon as she entered the empty classroom, it only took the TV headed cat a second to find the girl and start rubbing against her legs.