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By a stroke of magic that no one in the cafeteria was questioning, there was a theater and then there were actors upon it. Even Roche was upon it, slumped in the stiff cafeteria chair as those funny apes they’d spotted around town clamored behind her, making their allegiance known. [color=orange][i]Another mystery we unravel too late to matter.[/i][/color]

For being the Detention Club’s city there were a shockingly swelling number of foreign agents acting with impunity, weaving a tapestry of manipulation that they were powerless to evade. Ashrbringer, the GEMS, and now Michi’s own ape network proved it could reach across their homes and touch upon their lives with impunity. The lives of each club member was like a raw and open wind exposed to the wind, unable to mend as the wound weeps angrily towards the relentless world.

Like the feeling of roasting alive as she thrust herself into the engines of that first Giga Miseria, yet it wasn’t fading. It festered and writhed till the discomfort was all she knew. 

So Michi was aware of whatever she wanted to know and she had legions of minions to act on it? Yet another enemy having won the Magical Jackpot, and naturally she uses it to try and tear them down. It was only natural for a Dark Girl after all.

[color=orange]”Thank you, Tsubomi. I appreciate the offer.”[/color] Roche accepted the cap of offered water and knocked it back with nary a second glance. It was, after all, a prop offered by the monkey and not even something she’d infused with her magic. Even if it was, well, would it even matter once the dust settled and the club had a moment to turn their knives upon her?

The water did nothing for her mood, and she remained slump, as lifeless a prop as the chair she sat upon.