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[center][h3][i]Day 2, After Lunch[/i][/h3][/center]
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Brunhilde was, in a word, quite shocked to see a ball of volcanic unpleasantness flying through the air. She fired off an air current to throw the glob of molten rock away from Saqui, and at the same instant, Saqui blasted herself out of the ball's path - straight into the wall. [i]Graceful,[/i] Brunhilde thought. The ball of magma got caught in the blasts of wind and curved around Saqui mid-flight, slamming into the wall just a foot behind the girl and revealing some previous repair work (shoddy metalwork and mismatched replacement wooden segments blended into the original beams). Apparently the Fire building had been lit on fire every few days for decades. Brunhilde quickly scribbled down that Saqui apparently knew basic manipulation and could conjure relatively strong currents, much like how she herself could.

When Saqui dashed towards the cowardly Hall Monitor, he reached for his pouch of earth to sling another ball of magma at her - but instead found himself weakly flailing in her general direction. Brunhilde was now standing behind him, sandwiching him between herself and Saqui. A soft 'crunch' could be heard as she tossed the small sack of gravel and sand between her hands, and the Hall Monitor's fear worsened. [i]Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit[/i] was running on a looping track through his head when he was smacked in the head.

It was more humiliating than painful. Saqui was a few inches taller than he was, and he knew that if she had genuinely wanted to harm him, he would be in a lot worse shape. It still rattled him, though, and with each conk on the head, he lost a little bit more heart. The short, percussive lecture pounded itself into his head deeply, and he felt like an absolute idiot.

[color=yellow]"I've met wild animals with better manners!"[/color]

His voice cracked as he pleaded for forgiveness, appearing as the very picture of patheticness. [color=630460]"I-I'm sorry! I th-th-thought you were some of the p-people the Pres told me about!"[/color]

A last thump hit his head, but it wasn't from Saqui. Brunhilde had dropped the bag of rocks on his head. She was quite pissed off by his behavior. This kid had nearly melted his new friend's face off, and Saqui had been a little bit too kind with her words. Brunhilde tilted his head back and looked down at him, near expressionless, and coldly tore into him herself.

[color=8493ca]"Look here, shitkicker. We weren't going to hurt you, but you fucked up when you threw a ball of goddamn lava at someone you didn't even know. We'd be justified if we threw you out a window for that. But we're not going to do that, alright? Instead, we're going to ask our question, and we're going to expect an answer."[/color]

The Hall Monitor's sticker fell off his shoulder when he nodded upwards in acknowledgement. One last tap on the head came from Brunhilde's notebook, and she stepped away to finish her notes on what had just happened.

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