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The morning started well all things considered. The faculty had concluded their meeting and gave themselves a small break before convening together for the opening ceremony. The vice-principal, a man by the name of Taniguchi Honda, was exasperated; it was quite the feat considering the day had yet to begin. While word had yet to get out, already he had dealt with a headache. He was all too aware that there was no consoling a grieving mother, but he didn't appreciate that private investigator. For one, he made it clear that he wasn't above harassing students for information. For another, it was yet another reminder of the incident that plagued the school's reputation. Wasn't it enough that they were still dealing with the rampant delinquency?

Fortunately, Principal Wada had tasked him with keeping the school's reputation intact. He already pulled a few strings to paint the school as optimistic for the media, but he would need to have a word with Natsuhime Haruka himself. For now, he focused on the student file in front of him, already having a plan on how to deal with that particular wrinkle. His solution arrived at the knock of the door, coming in after he gave the word. A lovely girl by the name of Nakano Sakuya let herself in, and Taniguchi had to admit she was definitely a sight for sore eyes. A diligent and obedient third year, he figured she would be a good counterbalance to the violent delinquent.

"Good morning, Vice Principal," She greeted him. "You asked to see me?"

"Yes, thank you for coming," He sighed, closing the folder. "I'm glad to see you're well. I heard you had quite the break. It's a shame to hear what happened to your father."

Sakuya frowned at him, though she shook her head. "I did, but I can promise it won't affect my duties," She told him.

"I'm glad to hear it," Taniguchi replied. "That said, I had been hoping to count on you in regards to a transfer student by the name of Hoshino Noriaki. He's a second year in Momoji-sensei's class. If it isn't too much to ask for, I'd like you to keep an eye on him."

"A transfer student?" Sakuya asked. "Well, this year the council wants to focus on repairing the school's reputation. There's also Maeda Takeshi, and--"

"And we look forward to the council taking care of that problem as well," Taniguchi cut her off. "This is just as important as I'd rather not see Hoshino fall into the wrong crowd. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone."

Sakuya looked uncertain, though she ended up nodding. "I understand," She conceded. "Was there anything else you needed, sir?"

"Now that you ask, there is," Taniguchi leveled a look on her. "I understand you were personally affected by the disappearances, but I ask that you not draw too much attention to them. It goes without saying, but the school already has enough on its plate."

Letting out a huff, Sakuya crossed her arms. "I'm not going to pretend my brother never existed, I hope you understand that," She stated cooly. "Natushime-san and Chousuke-kun were also honorable students, you can't pretend that their disappearances can just be swept under the rug."

Taniguchi wasn't entirely surprised by her insistence, but as always, the young believed their narrow viewpoints were the only things to consider. He rose from his seat and approached Sakuya, looking down at her. "And I'll remind you that you've already rocked the boat plenty as it is," He said. "We're overlooking your father's scandal and allowed you to take Natsuhime's position as president, but I'll remind you that you're already walking on thin ice."

He already anticipated a response as he placed his hand on her shoulder, gripping it tightly as a warning. She winced, instinctively moving, but he kept her in place and made sure to look directly at her as he continued, "Some of the teachers reconsidered your attendance as well--so I think that keeping your head low and listening to your elders would do you well. I know you find it hard to believe, but I'm doing you a favor, Nakano-san," He said, lightly pushing her towards the door. "Now run along, it won't due to be late."

As expected, the girl turned around and faced the door. She almost responded, but either decided it wasn't worth it or chose to heed his words. Ah, to be young. Someday she'd see that he was right. After taking a glance at the clock, he decided that he would follow suit and head to the auditorium.


The opening ceremony proceeded as it did every year. A few teachers would speak of Hinotori High School and its many accomplishments, the Principal would give a few words on the expectations every student had, and it was normally capped off with well wishes for everyone. At the very least this year it was accompanied by many boasts of the school's renovations, including a brand new auditorium that had been added. Going forward, all school assemblies would take place there; apparently, this would be the last time any ceremony or event would take place in the gym.

Even so, Nakano Sakuya couldn't quite focus on any of that. She had taken her seat wordlessly, offering a token greeting to her fellow council members before falling into silence. It was hard to admit that she wasn't a fan of the conversation she was just in, her mind buzzing. She couldn't believe what she had been asked--how dare he tell her to just ignore the disappearances? It was bad enough to accept he was gone, but she felt going by the vice principal's words were a disservice to him.

"And now, a few words from this year's student council president, Nakano Sakuya-san."

Sakuya's head snapped up at her name, getting to her feet as she threw on a polite smile. Stepping onto the platform, the dark-haired girl offered the room a bow of respect, straightening up and placing both of her hands on either side of the podium and looking straight at the students. There wasn't any time to get lost in her thoughts, though the stares of her peers encouraged her to speak.

"Good morning," Sakuya greeted the crowd, her voice sharp. "No matter where we go or what we do, there are challenges ahead of us. What I'm asking from each of you, and from myself, is to meet those challenges straight on with your head held high and your heart wide open. It's not enough to simply try to get by in life as that doesn't move the world forward. You must try to excel in everything you do; strive for excellence in every task, large or small. Your individual successes benefit society as a whole because when you succeed, you lighten the burden on your fellow man. When you succeed, you are in a position to give rather than take."

"We may not have the power to inspire the entire world to strive for success, but we do have the power to try to achieve it for ourselves. My challenge to each of you, and to myself, is to do all that you can do to reach your full potential. If each student here in Hinotori could put in just a fraction of that effort, imagine the endless possibilities that could happen."

Coming to a pause, Sakuya's fingers tapped the side of the podium as her eyes briefly flickered over to the adults on her right. Taking in a deep breath, she made a conscious decision as she continued, "Before we conclude, I would like to take a moment to address something that has also shaken the foundation of Hinotori."

While her words wouldn't have much of an effect on the students, the adults couldn't quite subdue their reactions, likely knowing what she was already going to say. It didn't stop her. "Five months ago, tragedy hit Hinotori in the form of a string of missing students and suspected arson. Four of them would have been returning for another year while the last would have graduated," Her grip on the podium tightened, though she collected herself as she kept going. "While the police have closed the case, I believe it's important to remember that regardless of what happened we don't go forgetting their contributions to the school. Natsuhime-san would always say that the future was in our hands, and I think we should keep her words in mind as we proceed through the year."

Even though she wanted to say more, she figured that much was enough. "We stand here today on the precipice of the future. It's not a distant reality anymore. It begins here. It begins today. Thank you," Sakuya finished her speech, stepping down as the students gave her polite applause. She took her seat with the rest of the student council, keeping her eyes closed and ignoring the glare that the vice principal shot her way.

"Thank you, Nakano-kun," The principal gave off a nervous laugh before turning to the students. "And with that, our ceremony is over. Please head on over to your homerooms. If you've forgotten where to go, there is a board with everyone's names next to the gym as a helpful reminder. Dismissed!"


Public court in the morning. Kazuki would make sure to commit that to memory; it was too late now, but he would have to make that a priority. Maybe he could make sure to get up early so he could have a chance at speaking with the Queen. Of course, the thought of speaking to royalty, NPC or not, was something he would have to approach carefully. Maybe he could bring it up to the others and get some opinions, but it was clear that the players were leaving the NPCs out of the loop and it was already starting to affect them whether they wanted to admit it or not.

The NPC's disdain was as clear as the sky above them, leaving Kazuki conflicted. On the one hand, he supposed from their perspective the sudden strain of hosting so many people basically abandoning their jobs definitely looked bad. On the other hand, these people were data and had no idea what they were going through. But he wasn't about to get into a philosophical argument on whether or not the world and its inhabitants were 'real' or 'fake' or whatever. Not yet, anyway.

Instead, Kazuki gave the man a proper bow. "I understand. Forgive me for taking up so much of your time," He stated, managing to take the paper off his door without dropping anything. "Thank you for the information. I know my words ring hollow, but contesting responsibility isn't my goal. I'm only looking to open communication between wayfarers and Thorinn."

No, that wasn't entirely true. If he really thought that, he wouldn't have voted against going to the dungeon. In hindsight, he had no idea why he did, either. The deaths of Enos and Aaginim had spurred him to vigorously study every single medical text and healing book that he could get his hands on, but when confronted with the vote, he choked. There wasn't much to it--he didn't think he was good enough to guarantee their survival. He only just began to take his abilities seriously and if he was being honest, he just didn't think he could manage it without becoming a detriment. It was a stark difference from his initial plan of just agreeing with his brother.

But it was too late to renege, and the messenger had better things to do than deal with him. He was about to head back into his home, but he figured maybe he could offer something as thanks. "Would you like a glass of water before you go?" He ended up offering. "Since you have a ways to go. Wouldn't want the heat to get to you."




"Ugh."

The sound came out unwillingly, the brunette holding a hand over her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. The first and last bite of these 'meals' were always the hardest in the girl's opinion, but at the very least she was able to stuff them down without throwing up at this point. She naively believed after a month she'd get used to it, but honestly, the tasteless meals just made her depressed whenever it was mealtime. The only silver lining was that she was probably thinner than ever, but she had to admit it came at a price too great. Would it really be too much to make this stuff have some kind of flavor?

Aurora placed down her utensils, more relieved that she was finished. The smart thing to do was to probably get started on her assignment; the science side of being a coordinator was definitely a weakness of hers. Sure, she was brilliant of course, but actually sitting down and writing out these assignments bored her to death. Not that she'd let that stop her, but it did require giving herself a pep talk anytime just to start. If only she was back in high school where she had droves of nerds willing to do her assignments for her again.

Clucking her tongue at the thought, the brunette decided to take her leave; there wasn't any point in dawdling in a sea of strangers. Maybe she should take some of her pent-up energy and actually try to get to know someone, but no one really caught her attention. Well, there was Erik Nyqvist-Åkerfeldt, the adopted son of Dr. Øystein Åkerfeldt, but it wasn't like she was familiar with him. The two had met in passing some time ago at a fundraiser but barely exchanged pleasantries. He was definitely cute, yes, and she would give him some credit in that he was certainly enthusiastic when it came to anything involving the Valkyries. But she wasn't looking for a lecture, she was looking for fun.

No sooner had she let out a tiny sigh of exasperation when she spotted a dark-haired boy staring down at something. That one was in her class, too, wasn't he? She wracked her brain for a name, eventually landing on Sirius. Not that she remembered his last name, but as far as she was aware, it wasn't relevant. What was relevant was that she was very much a fan of the tall, dark, and handsome type. He looked annoyed at something, but that could easily be remedied.

With her mind made up, Aurora disposed of her tray before confidently taking a seat across from the boy. Resting her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands, she put on her best smile. "No need to get so worked up, here I am. Don't worry, you still have two other wishes," She teased, holding back a giggle.



A decree by the Queen? What? Kazuki was shocked to hear as much, his eyes flickering from the page to the messenger. His reaction must have been anticipated or at least made the messenger wary as he noticed the man taking a step back. He couldn't entirely blame him--even before all this happened, he was well aware that a lot of players had a tendency to abuse the NPCs. Still, the note and his words were surprising. Go figure, on top of a death game, now they had to deal with taxes. Kazuki didn't even know how taxes worked in the real world, now he had to deal with that here?!

Still, he was relatively calm, if surprised. Stepping away from the door and shifting the box in his hands, he did frown at the messenger. "This seems...sudden," He admitted, though he stopped himself. Then again, was it sudden? Nearly every wayfarer had hidden themselves away in the town, no doubt the NPCs had gotten sick of them. But that was something he wondered if anyone considered: did anyone think to tell the NPCs? Their strange behavior was one thing, but if this escalated, it could spell trouble.

"Recently the wayfarers have had a difficult time and have suffered some heavy losses...It has lowered morale considerably," He decided to explain, but even as he spoke, it just sounded like an excuse. How the hell was he supposed to explain it from the perspective of someone living in the world? Wayfarers were supposed to be these mighty saviors or something, right? Ugh, he really wished he paid better attention to the lore. He should just let the messenger be on his way, but Kazuki couldn't let him go just like that, could he?

As the thought crossed his mind, an idea hit him. " I don't suppose that I could request an audience with Her Majesty?" He suddenly asked.






Getting Max to grumble less and stop trying to beat him with the towel rack was going to have to be his next priority.

Rubbing the back of his head a touch, Eris didn't really have too many expectations for the Back to Basics class. If he was being honest, it wasn't so much that he really wanted to relearn sensory basics, but getting his ass handed to him by Dame Patel at the time had started to wear on his nerves. He had figured that despite his training, he never really honed his natural abilities--what was the point in learning how to swing a glaive if he wasn't taking full advantage of his reflexes and senses? Sure, he knew how to make his footsteps disappear to sneak up on people and shapeshift, but that was pretty much it.

That and he was kinda hoping it would help his extracurricular lessons with Dame Patel not be as humiliating as usual.

Either way, he was pleasantly surprised to find Varis alongside him. A flirty joke, an exasperated eyeroll, and it was back to their usual beats. Not entirely, of course, but Eris liked it that way. Unfortunately, he couldn't even bask the return to their routine as a much more pressing issue appeared before them. As much as Max made fun of him for his evening wakeup routine, Eris was reminded that it existed for a reason. The things that could happen to your skin as the years passed were terrible. Did this woman never hear of moisturizer? Her eyes were so sunken in he was sure he could classify her as a walking skeleton. Disgusting, she was worse than some mages!

Eris avoided rolling his eyes as she spoke, too preoccupied with trying to think of how he could get away with taking a picture so he could put it on Max's mirror to show him how bad he would get if he didn't follow Eris' skin regimen. That said, it was flattering to hear he was a step above literal dog shit, though at least he didn't look like shit. By the stars that face was going to haunt his nightmares in the morning, wasn't it? The only silver lining was that he was very much interested in the promise of having his abilities come naturally to him. He would have rather learned from someone who wasn't a complete eyesore, but he supposed it was bound to happen. Not everyone could be as beautiful as he was, sadly.

At the mention of pairs, Eris turned to the redhead, clicking his tongue. "Knives, blindfolds, earplugs...I'd make a joke but it's too easy," He'd spare Varis that much, instead focusing on him. "You look like you've encountered something unpleasant."


Is this still accepting new members?


It is not.



Lilie wasn't really sure why Ben pat her head like she was some kind of dog, but she guessed it wasn't supposed to be demeaning. She did, however, go to her bathroom to fix her hair--her dumb brother liked to pat her head too. Was that just a tall person thing? Or was it just because she was short? No, it had to be the former, she was an average height, everyone else was a giant towering over her. Her mom and dad did it a lot, too, now that she thought about it. As if she had another reason to be annoyed at her lack of height!

As she yanked the scrunchie off and let her hair spill over her shoulders, she pulled a brush through it before perfecting her usual ponytail, letting her mind wander. She didn't really have any expectations for the new semester, but she wondered if maybe she should. Then again, it hadn't started the way she wanted to at all. Yesterday was just spent worrying over Aaron and seeing old friends, but it felt weird. Helena definitely got into her head--well, she was always in her head, but things were different with her now. While going home felt the same, coming back here was a little easier. She didn't really miss her town anymore like she used to. Maybe she could finally get used to mage life?

Staring at herself in the mirror for a second, she looked herself up and down. A cream-colored turtleneck and a brown skirt so long she could probably wear it as a dress and no one would notice.--no matter what anyone told her, she still felt like a grandma. Maybe she could make things a little different? Touching the Eve pendant, her eyes flickered to her hair, and an idea came to her. Returning to her closet, she searched through the accessories before finding a brown scarf. Folding it, she tied it around her ponytail, making a makeshift ribbon before inspecting herself in the mirror. Aha! One little touch and she actually looked closer to her age!

Her phone beeped again, and her heart stopped. No, last time she got excited, it had been Salem, so it was probably him replying. That or Max found a new meme to show her. She put on a little more perfume before returning to her phone, plopping herself down on her bed and promptly throwing aside every thought as she let out a massive sigh of relief. So Aaron was okay! Thank goodness, she really did convince herself that something happened. She did frown a little, getting a little nervous at the last part. Was that a good 'I need to talk to you' or a bad one? No, the bad one was 'we need to talk', right? This was good? Hopefully?

Either way, she needed to respond. Or maybe she should wait a little so she didn't come off too desperate? Then again she had spammed him so not coming off as desperate was probably too late. She tried to think of what to say, but there wasn't much she could since he wanted to talk in person. Clucking her tongue, she figured she'd go with something simple and cheery like nothing was wrong.

> okay!

Was that really all she could come up with?! Letting out a groan, she tried to force out another message. Still, her anxiety got the best of her and she ended up apologizing.

> I'm sorry for all the messages, I hope I wasn't too annoying

Okay, that took a depressing turn. But she could salvage this!

> see you soon!

Lilie stared intently at the last message, the three words striking through her very core. "...'see you soon'? Why? Why am I so lame?!" She whined, dropping her phone onto the bed as she buried her face in her hands.



Hinotori High School
Kyoto Prefecture
APRIL 9TH, 2018
SUNNY DAY

The first day of school was often an eagerly anticipated one--the start of the new school year was always exciting and full of opportunity. While it was seen as a chore for some and nothing new for the staff that remained the same while the students were the ones that constantly changed, it was hard to miss the excitement. The train stations were abundant with students dressed in their uniforms, crossing from all over the prefecture to make sure they weren’t late on their first day.

That said, there was an underlying tension bubbling underneath the cheerfulness.

A few spats had popped up on school grounds from the returning students; while it wasn’t strange to see teenagers get into arguments, it was the speed at which they aggravated one another. Of course, it extended to the staff as well--Wada-sensei was already notorious for his grumpy attitude, but even he seemed to have less patience than usual.

Fortunately, the anticipation remained. What awaited those who had received their contracts?


The cast list is up, thank you so much to everyone for making my job harder than it needed to be, I genuinely didn't expect so much attention. I promise every sheet was great and it honestly came down to tiny nitpicks and what I thought I could work with more, many times I was tempted to throw away caution to the wind and accept everyone. Thank you so much and best of luck for the future!
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