The bell rang.

For the students of most high schools, this would mean going home or to clubs(or to their dorms for boarding schools). For the students of Ishikawa Academy, this was-... okay it's actually not that different in this case. It was time for them to get studying done, spend some time with friends, do work for classes, attend club meetings, it was fairly average for a decidedly not average school. Well, except that some of the clubs were for things like broom-riding or the Shikigami Appreciation Club. But beyond that, students were doing what you could really expect students to do after class, after cleaning up at least.

One such student clutched her books to her chest, as she rose from her seat and headed out the door. After all, she had a lot of studying to do, so it was best for her to get to doing it as quickly as possible. She had a little time before she had to do anything else, after all. The diminutive, dark-haired girl headed down the hallway. She was short, quite short, and sported a rather unusual(at least for anyone unfamiliar with the student body of Ishikawa Academy) set of features. Cat ears and a cat tail, twitching a little as she walked, weren't exactly what you'd expect to see on a high school girl.

Moreso because she was not actually some kind of cat-person by birth.

Hayakawa Tsukimi glared, blushing faintly from her nerves, as she had to make her way through the crowds of students leaving their classes. She didn't like crowds, and part of her wished she had just waited for the other students to filter out entirely before attempting to do anything else. But that probably would have wasted a lot of time that could be spent studying before she had anything else on her plate... Still, people had even bumped into her a couple times... she didn't like random people touching her at the best of times, and coupled with her dislike of crowds... Tsukimi wasn't in a good mood right now.

Her mood especially soured when she tripped, caught herself... and fell over onto her rear end anyway, dropping her books all over the floor.

It was going to be one of those days, wasn't it?

Unfortunately, Tsukimi didn't know the half of it.

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Class had ended for the day, and for the blonde-haired girl who looked far too young to be teaching anything, that meant that she had some free time. Indeed, Ishikawa's history teacher appeared to be a child no older then ten years old. Looks could be prodigiously deceiving, however, as she was actually a thousand years in age.

Rose Vermilion, Ishikawa's vampiric teacher with a(somewhat cultivated) reputation of being terrifying, was off to take some free time before she had to do anything particularly serious. A break between teaching classes and dealing with the rest of the work she had to do as someone who taught a large number of high school students the history of the supernatural in the world. It wasn't exactly an easy job, but when you could provide first-hand accounts of a chunk of it things did get a bit smoother and definitely more interesting. However, the diminutive teacher was quick to take a break regardless.

She didn't exactly account for anything unusual happening that day.

Well that was another day down, Yuuka admittedly was a little apprehensive about attending a brand new school, especially after years of home schooling, but honestly it wasn't all that bad... actually if anything it was somewhat boring at times. For a girl who entered the magical world soon after she even learned how to talk, well the weirder features of Ishikawa Academy felt strangely normal to her. Maybe after living with a family of mages for most of her life had twisted her perception of the world to put it mildly.

Yuuka grabbed her bag and of course her all important staff, well its not like she needed it per say, but having it close was always a comfort. Already clicked in with the general hive mind of the student body she quickly made her way out of the classroom and right into the sizable crowd outside. She hadn't decided what to do yet, she could just do the same as always and simply return to her room maybe even get some studying in, it wasn't like she had anything else going on. Although as she thought about it she could try shaking things up, it certainly seemed like a nice day. Without paying much attention to the other students, including one particular girl who just fell on the floor, Yuuka navigated her way to the outside.

She found a unoccupied bench, one that was a good ways from the main flow of students but still well in sight. First she threw down her bag on the bench then carefully propped her staff against the side, there was a book she been meaning to finish so maybe she can take the time to finally do just that. Pretty soon after digging around in her school back to find the said novel, Yuuka took her seat and flipped open to wherever she left off. With the sun still casting it warmth, and a decent breeze flowing through, it was quite the nice reading environment really.

Aki sighs, patting down his skirt that he had on. Why did his father have to get him a skirt? First off, it made him feel like a pervert. Second off, she saw a couple of boys looking at him, and that’s never a good sign. However, the day had gone quite well, a fairly new environment still but he was beginning to get more and more used to everything. She wasn't used to being this far away from her father though. Not that he didn't recieve phone calls practically every night asking if she was okay.

He stood up, pulling down his skirt. And wait a second. Let me say one thing. He wasn’t wearing panties underneath, ok? He was wearing shorts but the skirt wasn’t that short for him so he thought it should be OK either way. Walking out of the class, he smiled to a few people that he had gotten acquainted with earlier and continued walking. Soon, he saw someone clumsily drop all of her things on the ground.

Aki rushed over to the girl, bending over with a worried face as he started picking up her stuff. With a worried look, Aki looked at her, “Are you alright? That looked pretty painful.” He said gently. A kemonomimi. A cat girl. It had been the first time he met one of those. But he loved cats. They were always so adorable and sweet to him. Most of the times at least. He smiled at her kindly, handing her the books that he picked up. “Oh, my name’s Aki. What’s your name?” he asked to her sweetly, holding out a hand for her to grab. Well, a new friend was always good.

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Rida had finally finished class and ran out of the classroom ecstatic that it was finally over. "Finally!" Rida yelled in joy as she headed out the door as fast as she could. Soon enough she found her way to the drama club, the one place where she had the most fun. Alot of girls followed her from behind with a look of awe on their faces. Rida was afterall very tomboyish and all of the girls practically treated her as a guy due to that attitude. Of course Rida took full advantage of the situation. "So who want's to play the princess in rehearsal today since our current actress is under the weather?" Rida said, at this the girls seemed to squeal and raise their hands out of joy all eager to play the princess.

Rida was of course playing the prince due to her tall figure and tomboyish attitude she had proved to be the most popular among all of the actors to play the prince. Although this was starting to get out of hand now as some of the girls were starting to fight amongst themselves of who would play the princess. "Calm down my little kitten's surely you can all take turns as my princess." Rida stated with a charming smile. The chairman of the drama club was getting a bit annoyed with this situation. Any trouble within the club was always focused on Rida it seemed.

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Sven in the meantime was the first out of the class room. It was amazing how someone who spent most of his life underwater was so fast on land. Once outside of the classroom he headed straight to the track and field club to get started on running with the others. He was actually the captain of the track and field at the moment and spent alot of his time trying to manage the club. Though every now and then he was seen with his latest object with obsession which was oddly enough a simple book that regarded of all things love.

Yes Sven was looking for a girl that would have his fancy as of late, though he had found no such woman as of yet. It didn't help that his roommate kept confusing him with always wearing a skirt despite being a boy. "Common push it!" Sven yelled out to one of the track members who was trying to increase his endurance by running the track. The poor kid was exhausted after about 3 laps which was pretty sad. The kid was short distance runner and not long distance at all.

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At first, Dijah hadn't even realized the bell had rung. It was not at all unusual for the tall transfer student to put her head down after lunch and find herself dozing off. The sight was surely bizarre to those that took note, after all she had to bend her body forward rather awkwardly just to have her cheek reach her desk...which of course then had the unfortunate side effect of her neck being absolutely sore upon waking up. Today was no exception as her eyes opened only after she heard the sounds of feet moving and people talking. No one had thought to wake her, that was unfortunate. Maybe everyone just thought that the sleeping giant would be cranky after a nap.

Dijah grabbed her bag, which had her decks of cards rather than her schoolbooks or anything more school related, and rolled her neck around her shoulders before rising to her feet. Only here at the Academy did Dijah feel like a giant, she remembered on her first day she was accidentally bumping into the tops of doors and being asked in as polite a way as possible if she could crouch forward while taking notes - this was before they wised up and put her in the back of any given classroom. Being in the back had its advantages, such as being able to doze off during class and being able to leave first for lunch.

Dijah exited the classroom and stepped out into the hallway; some students waved at her, a way of thanking her for their fortunes having recently been read and, hopefully, coming true. She hoped she wouldn't be hounded by some of the more sporting of her magical peers, she was running out of excuses as to why she didn't want to join them in their athletic activities.

"Oh!" Dijah said after nearly stepping on the hand of someone grabbing a fallen book. "Ah!" She exclaimed as she looked down at the two who were on the floor. "Is the nekochan!" Dijah still didn't have a full grasp on the language, with her slight awkward pronunciations and her own accent bleeding through. "And...and you!" Dijah nodded towards the one helping with the book problem. "A game? Why do you sit on the floor, nekochan? I almost step on your tail!"

Shortly after she'd lost her footing and fell, what looked like another girl had showed up to assist her. Quietly, Tsukimi took the books... but when the girl offered her hand, the black-haired girl's rejected it. Her ears twitched as she heard something coming up behind her before she could respond... and a foot came far too close to her tail. She flinched, and immediately turned... and... there. There she was. What was the tallest student in the entire school as far as Tsukimi knew. And the... the...

The black-haired girl's ears twitched, her cheeks hot with both embarrassment and jealousy. She shot to her feet, momentarily forgetting the other girl as she turned entirely to face Dijah(how could you not know the name of someone so... so... enormous?!). What she was being called, and the complete failure of the girl to grasp the situation was... was...!

"D-don't call me 'nekochan'!" she cried, tail twitching in irritation. "I-it's not like I was sitting on the floor for fun, either! J-jeez!"

Her cheeks redder with her embarrassment, Tsukimi turned sharply away, facing neither of the girls who had approached her after she fell. All she wanted to do was get some study time in, but this situation was rapidly going downhill in regards to that ambition. Of course she had to fall, and of course the huge girl with the... envy-inducing appearance had to show up out of no-where! Needless to say, the girl with the cat ears was not exactly pleased with what had occurred.

"... A-and my name is Hayakawa Tsukimi!" she said, glancing towards the first girl.

Mii happily gets up from her desk, smiling at the teacher. “Bye! Have a good day~!” She says, grabbing her things and walking out of the room. She already made a good amount of friends but no close ones just yet. Mii waved to the girls and guys heading home and began walking through the crowd. She hummed quietly as she walked, rushing to get out of the suffocating crowd.

Finally, she was out. Mii took a breath in, loving the fresh air of the outside and all of it’s wonderful smells of the flowers and such. She walked happily, a little skip to her steps. Mii looked down the path and to her right and saw the track team. She admired runners. If she ran, she would fall over super easily and that’s never fun. Mii realizes this and stops skipping, walking at a normal pace as she looks at them running. She could somewhat hear the track captain yelling loudly which caused her to flinch as she looked over at him. It’s good that they’re doing their best! Mii waves at the runners cheerfully and then continues down the path.

Soon, Mii spotted the pool and headed over to the changing area, getting on her swimsuit. Once she was finished, she headed over to the pool and gleefully smiled at them. “Hello! Well, let’s get started swimming!” She says, clasping her hands together as she nearly trips due to the slippery floor. “Hehe…Ignore that..” Mii blushes a bit before she pulls on her goggles. Mii was the assistant captain of the club because of her time but it’s not like the captain was really ever there. She went onto the diving board, getting into her position as well as the other swim teammates. They always did a little competition before they start just practicing. “Ready… Set… GO!” They yell, 2 others and herself going head first into the water with a dive. Ah, this is so refreshing! She swam rapidly, her perfect form as she headed over to the other side and launched herself into a flip turn, kicking her feet off the side. She got a boost out of that, and went even faster as she slammed her hand on the other side, pulling her head out from under the water. "24 seconds!" the girl said, showing her the stop watch. That's disappointing... I did better yesterday. Mii showed the girl a peace sign and a stupid grin as she launched herself back under and started swimming. It felt really good to be underwater.

Ah, the bell. Loved by some, including young Sakura Kawamura. The young art mage was packing her books up and rushing out the door, eager to begin looking for inspiration for her next masterpiece. She went outside, scanning the well-manicured grounds. Eventually, she found it: an old oak tree, its leaves glowing in the late afternoon sunlight. She took out her pencils and started drawing, completely oblivious to anyone who might be coming up on her.

When the bell rang and everyone else started to leave the room, Sora... resolutely stayed where she was, sat at her desk and giving no indication that she would be moving any time soon. There were far too many people outside in the corridors right now, for the girl's tastes, and since there were no club activities for her to attend she had no incentive to leave. The tiny white-haired doppelganger instead stayed firmly in her seat at the back of the room, getting out her sketchbook and turning to a clean page.

She already had one character drawn for her next project, so she should draw someone to compliment. The first one was small yet surprisingly... well-endowed, which meant this one... tall and boyish? Maybe a suit of some description, more like a noir detective than a butler.

Getting caught up in her drawing, Sora was likely to still be sat in the room until someone came to lock up, if nobody noticed...

Rida was eventually kicked out of the drama club room for a bit as she was causing a ruckus as she and her group of girls were starting to trample on props. "Get rid of them!" The leader of the drama club yelled as he pushed Rida and the others into the hall. The girls all left at this point as none of them could play the princess anymore. Most of the group weren't even part of the drama club.

Rida gave a sigh as she turned and walked down the hall, her hands in her pockets as she walked. At this point though she noticed a few students gathered around a fallen student who had cat ears. "Is everything alright here my little doves?" Rida said giving an extremely charming smile as she approached the group. As always she was trying to charm the girls. Rida couldn't exactly help the charming part. It was just part of her personality to want to make everyone like her, though this often caused trouble.

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Sven in the mean time started lead a run with the other members of the track and field club now. They were mostly just running around the school. At one point they ran by the pool which Sven had to stop for a moment at as he was becoming a bit too dehyrdated. "I'll catch up, I need to go soak for a sec." Sven said before heading towards the pool. On his way towards the pool he took off his shirt, and pants revealing tight swim shorts underneath. What was also revealed was some very attractive muscles on him along with gills where his rib cage was. Soon enough he jumped in without much though, his toes had webbing on them along with his hands as he dived into the pool.

The Fins on his head always stuck out to the public but most people were used to it by now. Most of the swim club was also used to seeing Sven jump in from time to time. It was sort of a requirement honestly that he go into the pool like this being an aquatic and all. "Much better." Sven said as he layed underwater for a bit allowing the water to soak his body. A few of the girls in the swim club were always blushing when he came by. Often they were doing so because of how incredibly muscular he was.

“Ah! Legs up, head up!” Mii screams, blowing her whistle at one of the girls. She frowned, a little embarrassed at Mii’s sudden outburst and the fact that the other’s had to stare at her. Oh no.. Mii smiled kindly at her, patting her on the head even though she was far taller and a year older than her. “You’re doing great! Just your legs were going down a bit and you weren’t taking a breath, ok? Posture, that’s all!” She said, cheerfully smiling at her as the girl nodded and started on another lap.

Mii was watching them swim before she noticed someone jump into the water. Sven? Was that his name? Probably. Either than or Seven. I wonder why he has to come during club? No water bottles? For some reason, the girls always stare at him and it’s distracting the club. Mii was not phased by his sudden intrusion but didn’t feel like he was bothering them at the very least. She waved at him. “Hello!” She doubted he would know her name. The only reason she knew his was because the girls felt it was necessary to tell her. Mii whistled, noticing that someone had stopped swimming and instead was focusing on him. What?! Why do they keep staring! And oh no, her face is red. Mii pulls out her hand, helping the girl out of the pool. She didn’t know why her face was red but swimming with a tomato face wasn’t good at all. "Are you alright? Your not hurt are you? Feeling sick? Stomach ache? Can you continue swimming?" Mii's worried side came out as the girl glanced at the boy and said that she was fine. So it involves the boy? Once the girl got better and started swimming, Mii looked over at him and decided to talk to him.

Mii hoped into the water, swimming over to aqua boy and tapping on his shoulder underwater. “Um, Sven, right?” Mii wasn't nervous about his appearance at all, she was a little impressed at the fact that he had swimming trunks on all day. But that was expected from him. Grrr… I can’t say that he can’t be here. I’m not trying to be rude. “I really don’t want to offend you but… the girls keep getting distracted by you.” She said in a sincere voice, an apologetic expression on her face. It was the truth after all. That might be a little mean though. I mean, it wasn’t his fault that they somehow felt the need to look at him. Whatever that reason may be. Mii didn’t know. “Ah!” She exclaims before continuing to speak. “I know you require water, don’t get me wrong! I mean, it’s obvious.” Mii bites the bottom of her lip nervously for a bit. Mii finally decides to relaxing, giving him a kind smile. “I-I mean… Let me start from the beginning.. It’s nice to meet you. My name's Mii.” She says to him. After they talked properly, then she could ask about him and his requirement of water during club time.

Sven looked up at the girl who was trying to talk to him. He couldn't quite understand her so he got out of the water just enough so that he could hear her. He heard her starting from when she was starting over. "I'm Sven, I'm the captain of the track and field club." Sven said introduceing himself. His mannerism was that for a playboy though as he gave a charming smile. "You need something?" Sven asked as he scratched the back of his head. He made sure to keep his gills on his chest under water for now. It was odd though, no breathing was happening from his nose and mouth, it was like he was holding his breath.

In truth he was just breathing through his gills for no making sure to take in plenty of water. At this point Sven noticed the red faced girls, he gave a charming smile to a few of them making them turn even redder now. "I gotta say, your ladies here certainly know how to get a guys attention. Keep up the good work!" Sven added waving to a few girls behind him whom grew red again then went back to swimming. The ones who were standing pool side were giggle to each other. The males of the swim club however were grumbling to each other, most likely about being super jealous of Sven.

The first warning that Yuuka received about what was about to happen was that everything nearby was engulfed by shadow. It was a shadow derived from neither magic nor the approaching dusk, but instead a single article of clothing contributing to blotting out the sunlight. All this warning, of course, meant only one thing: a large and cheerful witch appearing behind the bench and going for a hug. Catherine viewed it as a good idea to form 'close' relationships with your classmates, after all.

"That book interestin', Yuuka-chan?" Kitty asked, tilting her head to try and read the cover. It was unlikely, since she tended to go for something more easily digested for her own hobbies, but maybe it was something that she'd read? The sudden tilt woke up the cat otherwise happily seated atop her hat, which made its objection to this known by an indignant mew before moving closer to the crown and wrapping around it.

Well... getting ambushed by a admittedly giant witch wasn't exactly high on Yuuka's list of things to expect from the day. The mage of course was surprised by the sudden hug from behind, although once she realized who it was at least she understood why. Kitty, well that's the name Yuuka managed to figure out. All things considered the intrusion into her personal space wasn't all that great, still the witch was pretty friendly about things, so Yuuka didn't mind too much honestly.

"Oh, uh, hi... Kitty? Right? That's what people call you, I think." The mage nodded back. "And this? Yeah, guess its interesting enough, although I'm mostly trying to pass the time, what about you?" Yuuka eyes were naturally drawn to that that cat which found a resting place on top of the witch's stereotypical hat. Yeah, that's probably partly why she got the nickname "Kitty" in the first place, huh.

There were doubts in Dijah's mind regarding the claims of sitting on the floor being anything other than fun. What other reason could possibly drive someone to be there and to stay there. Dijah sat on the floor frequently back home, but that was more earthy and was often around a communal fire. The floor of the school, however, was nowhere near the same quality as the grass, dirt, earth, and ground. But if the nekochan said that it wasn't for fun then Dijah would have no option but to take her at her word.

"Is no fun, but then why are you red now, nekochan?" Clearly Dijah didn't seem to hear the part about Hayakawa not wanting to be called that, either that or she just plum didn't care. "Is fever, yes? Floor here is very cold, no good for sitting." Dijah gently pounds her fist into her open palm as an idea filtered into her head. "I make you tea, yes? For your cold. It will return color to your cheeks, nekochan!"

In Dijah's mind, it seemed like a good idea.

"... Little doves?"

Tsukimi stared blankly at the other girl as she approached, eyebrow raised and ears twitching. Who even talked like that? Jeez, that was just weird... the short girl's tail swayed and she folded her arms ."Absolutely nothing is going on. You don't need to bother poking your nose into things."

Seriously, the way that that girl had entered had just rubbed her the wrong way. Seriously, who talked like that? It was like she was out of some kind of weird manga or something... Whatever. It wasn't worth considering. No, what had garnered her full attention was the jealousy-inducing girl, who was continuing to call her 'nekochan'. Really? Was she not clear enough about that? ... For that matter, it felt like things were getting way too crowded... Tsukimi turned her eyes downward in a bid to hide her more deeply reddening cheeks. Really now, what was with this?

"I-I'm n-not sick or anything, okay?" the black-haired cat-eared girl said, firmly refusing to actually look at the person she was talking to. "A-and stop calling me that already..."

It wouldn't be long, however, before everyone in the nearby area would quickly forget about concerns like embarrassing nicknames. At least for a little bit.

"Noodles! Get you hot chicken noodle right here!"

The best part of cooking club was leftovers. While Asahi himself wasn't part of the club (He was part of the baseball team), he always made it a point to stop by after school for any leftovers he can take back. And today just so happened to be a very good day for him. The club had made a lot of chicken soup due to a clerical error where they mistakenly made 10,00 quarts of chicken soup instead of 10.00 (Seriously, who writes numbers like that?), and thus there was a large excess. but even for Asahi's legendary hunger for all things noodley, he could only eat about a tenth of the stuff before he was stuffed full. The rest of the noodles would only last a day at most, since they were already seeped in the soup, so now Asahi was hoping to share the noodles with students heading home. He had procured himself plastic forks and paper plates, using his telekinetic powers to hold all of it. Even the soup was still being warmed in it's pot thanks to multiple floating can stoves.

Asahi was walking through the halls looking for stray students. Admittedly if he wanted to find students he should look elsewhere, as he doubts any would be hanging out around the school now that it's over. But then again, the type who would stay in the classrooms after school hours are surely quirky, interesting, and probably want some chicken noodle soup. And as luck would have it, as he was peering into a room he indeed spotted a lone girl in one of his classrooms. He vaguely remembers seeing her, but doesn't know much about her. She was a quiet one, that much was for certain

Before he'd bust in and make an entrance, Asahi gave himself a quiet prayer. "Monster grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the strength to change the things I can, and the Noodle to know the difference. Ramen."

The door made a loud noise when Asahi entered and he may have even broke it if it was locked. As he entered the soup pot, utensils, and other miscellaneous objects floating in Asahi's gravitation field (I.e. his levitation magic). Raising his chopsticks into the air he called the attention of the only student here, loud and bombastic on the off chance others might hear him and investigate. "AAAAAARGH! Chicken noodles for you! For you soul! And more importantly, for dinner!"

Entering the room Asahi had already made a hot heaping bowl for the girl even though he never asked her if she wanted one, nor if she even wanted one. "Aye, noodles. The meal of ambition. When mere men were no longer satisfied with just bread and beef, in his hubris he sought to go beyond what God had blessed him, and took it upon himself to improve upon his design. And Yea in his prideful gluttony, man haft found what they has sought, but lost his blessing for they chose their own path, rather than staying with the bread and butter provided for them." Asahi's rant had no meaning despite peppering it with biblical implications and just wanted to hear himself talk. With any luck however maybe he said something that would piques the girl's interest so they could engage in conversation.

And if all else fails he was certain there were more students outside who'd appreciate the free food and inane rambling of some fat kid with noodles.

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Finally! School was out for the day. Clara loved school, but she loved after school even more! For... numerous reasons. Though she still hadn't joined a club, perhaps she could. Wandering the hallways would probably be a good way to do that. And flicking every seventh spot on the wall was character building. What? How did she know which spots were seventh spots? How do you not know?

Regardless of spots, very soon Clara came upon something right up her alley. In a classroom she heard the most wonderful sound, a speech of noodles. Not only were noodles both delicious and nutritious! Maybe. But this seemed a perfect opportunity!


Clara burst into the classroom, the door would slam into the wall, regardless of whether it were open or closed. Looking around, she would locate the one screaming of noodles. He wouldn't be too hard to spot, and immediately Clara would drop to one knee in front of him, and grabbing the bowl, would continue the trend of inane rambling with references peppered in

"To noodle or not to noodle! But where art thou noodle! Up a tree? Or down a hole?" Here, Clara would take a noodle and eat it, chewing it slowly before spitting it out in disgust. "Oh wait, that's a worm. Blegh."

The Blegh would be drawn out, dramatic, and yet deadpan in its delivery. Clara's eyes would lock with the person she was kneeling before. As if challenging him. But not. It would be a weird, unnerving stare. And how he would interpret it was entirely up to him.

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Having been peacefully sketching, Sora was completely unprepared for the slamming of the door and--realising that leaving now would abandon her bag--managed to avoid teleporting straight out of the room. For a second, the only sound after Asahi's bizarre rant was the sound of wood tinkling against the floor from a dropped pencil, with the doppelganger's mouth half-open.

"I... that is... um... well..." she mumbled, trying to think of some way to express that no, she did not want noodles right now, chicken or otherwise and would like to go back to drawing. The whole situation distinctly reminded her of the time she'd gone into a familiar restaurant for a sandwich and yet been unable to voice objection to a challenge that involved eating absolutely every type of sandwich that was available. They were nice sandwiches, but it had really been a bit much...

Then things took a turn from bad to worse, with a another maniac rushing in and grabbing one of the physics defying bowls and... calling a noodle a worm? Did that mean that Asahi had been planning to trick Sora into eating worms? He'd never seemed the type before, but with all the boisterousness it would be hard to say no...

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"Well, I was tryin' to find someone smart who'd be good at planning," the witch said, letting go and jumping over the bench to sit beside the ambushed elecromancer, "And you're reading a book, so I thought you'd be a good choice! So... you've got to like animals, haven't you? I've been thinking that there's a zoo not too far from here, and I know they've got tigers. If you're willing to help me plan..."

With a bright grin on her face, the girl got up from the spot she'd occupied for all of a second and placed her hands on her hips, "Want ta help me get some new friends from the zoo?"

From the way she said it, it was entirely unclear whether the pink-haired girl was seriously advocating a plan to abduct wild animals from a zoo, or if this was just her idea of making conversation when she'd actually been doing nothing much at all. Neither seemed wildly out of the realm of possibility for someone with an attitude in class that lead to constant reminders that spells did not need to be able to blow out the windows.