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Current Goodbye Miura. One of my favorite fantasy authors of all time has gone too soon.
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Don't forget, they made another new hero named Screentime. A meme loving superhero who got his powers from exposure to internet gas. He has the ability to basically be a smart phone.
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Sometimes I open up a new tab on my browser and I forget what I intended to do with it... What am I doing here again?
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When did I do that?
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Whenever you're feeling down, just remember that this man is cheering you on: youtu.be/KxGRhd_iWuE
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The boat ride to the island was relatively smooth, causing Robert to relax more than he probably should have. He figured that the class was now out of danger, their objective complete. How could he have known there would be another part to this exercise? After jumping off the boat and onto the sandy shore, he looked up at the sky to hear the voice of God Ms. Nuit explain their new predicament.

"Well since she suggested it, might as well go with the bonfire option. Sure, it isn't creative, but it'll get the job done," the redhead said to no one in particular. It appeared he wasn't the only one thinking this as both Yue and Oswald also mentioned collecting wood for a fire. "I'll come with. It can't be that hard to find what Oswald needs," Robert announced, volunteering to come with the maid to act both as back up in case things got dicey and an extra pair of hands to make sure they brought back plenty of resources.

Having only a few moments ago been in danger and in need of saving, the boy was determined to show his worth and pull his own weight, not wanting to seem like a hindrance to his classmates. So regardless of whether anyone else joined them as they journeyed further inland, he would attempt to lead the way. Unless anyone had some sort of objection to him being the navigator for whatever reason. If they knew of his demotion from his team's leadership position or just his tendency to get into trouble, it wasn't as if their reasons would be unfounded.
Nora Evans


When Amelia had first begun her sketch of Nora, the newborn devil reacted by staying perfectly still so as to avoid messing up the young artist. Though she had no idea she was the subject of the piece, the modest girl believed that it must be something next to her or behind her. After all, she wasn't that interesting right?

Her attempts to remain still though would be ruined when the peerage's resident android would turn her arm into a large sword, most likely capable of cutting through a person like a hot knife through butter. Letting out a quiet yelp of surprise, Nora's body reacted on its own as she made a small jump in her seat. She wasn't afraid of Auriola or what she was planning do with such a big blade, it was simply a surprise to see someone's arm suddenly become a weapon.

Once Auriola had finished cutting her cake and placing it on plates for the peerage to eat from, the blond teen awkwardly asked the robot girl, "I-is this really for me?" She hadn't expected the group to be so welcoming to her introduction. She hadn't expected hostility either, but... Honestly, she didn't know what she should have expected walking into this. Being a reincarnated devil was a completely foreign idea to her.




Swimming up above the water's surface, Robert's first order of business was coughing up the salt-filled liquid he had swallowed by accident. It felt like his stomach and lungs were now burning as he struggled to breath in air with the waves rushing over his head and still bombarding the sides of the ship. He remained calm though as he inspected his surroundings, looking at how far away the island was and how likely it might be to try and climb back onto the ship. With how sheer the outside hull was though, the boy was inclined to take one of broken boards floating around him and use it as a flotation device as he paddled to shore.

That is until something underneath the waves brushed against his leg. For all he knew, it could have just been debris or seaweed sinking past him, but Robert had seen enough monster movies to err on the side of caution. In no time flat, his back was pressed against their sinking transport while he attempted to see through his blurry vision into the ocean's depths. It was then that the student realized he had lost his glasses upon falling into the water. Today was not a good day.

At least a couple of his classmates had seen his tumble overboard though and had come to help him up. "Yeah, I'm okay! Just... Find something to help me up!" he shouted up to Yue, his voice filled with urgency and panic. Then another classmate, Emerald, came to lend her aid as well. It was lucky for him that the short cat girl's semblance was something so useful for the problem at hand as she created a whirlwind that lifted him back on board. "Thanks. I don't know what I would have done without you guys," Robert said, dripping from head to toe though still in one piece. Not realizing her question was most likely rhetorical, he told the often mischievous Emerald, "Yeah, I didn't realize that I needed to look both ways when out at sea as well. And since I missed breakfast this morning, I haven't been eating much."

Survival




"Come on... Come on... Spit it out already..." Robert groaned as he continued to stand by the vending machine he had inserted his loose change into. Eight minutes ago! Survival class would be starting in just a couple minutes and he was still standing by the lien eating machine which had stolen his hard earned money. When the candy bar inside had first been pushed against the glass and decided it didn't want to follow the silly laws set in place by gravity, the boy had sworn to the highest powers of this land that he would not leave until that snack was in his stomach. Now that the late bell was fast approaching with its ringing announcement that anyone not sitting down would be marked tardy, he was regretting his decision. There wasn't enough time. He had to leave now.

With one last frustrated kick to the large rectangular box, Robert grabbed his belongings and he took off down the hallway at speeds that would make some members of the track team look like snail faunas. Seconds after, the vending machine would let out a klunk as the candy bar finally slid down to the bottom, letting anyone who checked to discover a free snack for themselves.

When the redheaded student finally arrived in class, he'd take the first seat he saw open. Evidently, there were some greedy people in Ms. Nuit's Survival class as his desk appeared cupcake-less. Most likely some nameless random that wasn't important at all to the world with the exception of giving the young huntsman-in-training a bigger headache. There would be no time to dwell on that though as he'd only arrived in time for Ms. Nuit to lead them out of class.

Once she had explained what this large auditorium-like room was for, Robert had to use all of his self-control to not start shaking with excitement. It was just like a training room right out of the comics he often spent his free time and remaining lien reading every night. This was amazing! He couldn't help but wonder just how many different simulations this thing had stored in its databanks. He'd soon find out what one them was though as the entire class found themselves transported to the deck of a large sinking ship. It was good that he at least knew how to swim.

While everyone else was worried about their own survival, Robert couldn't help but geek out and bend down to inspect the ship. It all looked so real. He pressed his hand against it and, sure enough, the textures felt genuine. As he tried to think of another sense he could test the simulation on, a large wave hit the side of the ship and caused water to spray right into his face. "Yep, that definitely tastes salty. Oh right, we're supposed to be getting off," he said to himself before checking his surroundings and seeing what everyone else was doing.

"Oh, boats. That should make this easy, I thought we'd have to swim all the way there," Robert commented as he ran over to life boats that most people were gathering around. Of course anyone that knew him well enough would know that the bespectacled student had just set himself up for failure. Almost as soon as he had finished his sentence, one of the Grimm slashed at the cables that had held the supply crates the simulated ship was ferrying across the fake sea. The boxes now began to tumble all across the deck, mostly falling overboard and harmlessly sinking to the depths below. Except one. Blindsiding Robert, the crate began to take him for a ride toward the opposite end of the ship. Soon a loud splash would accompany his fall over the railing.
Nora Evans


Maybe some sort of sports-related club? Except I've never really been one for physical activity. Not to mention I don't really keep up with sports teams. Those court drama shows are sort of interesting. Maybe I can join a debate team? Except I'm pretty passive. Yeah, I don't really think I could deal with raising my voice at people. I like reading. Is there a literature clu- Nora would be thinking to herself before her thoughts were interrupted by another student. "Oh, um, yes I was thinking of joining a club, though I'm not sure which one," she admitted to the girl who hadn't even given her name yet. When Elena suggested the art club, Nora began to consider the option, but was still unsure. "I don't know. I don't really have much experience with drawing, painting, or any other art form like that. In comparison to everyone else in the club, I'd probably be very behind."

When another student quickly passed by with the sole purpose seeming to be to tell her how attractive she appeared, Nora turned away from Hakuryu to hide her crimson cheeks. She didn't often get compliments on her appearance, so even if it was just a passing comment, the girl couldn't help but feel embarrassed by it. Once her skin color had returned to normal, she'd look back at her unknowingly fellow devil to further discuss possible clubs to join.

Only to be interrupted by another new person. Why are so many people trying to talk to me today? The man appeared to be a bit older than most of her classmates, at least somewhere in his early twenties. Is he just a really young teacher or a student that was held back a few years? Whatever the case was, it seemed that he had assumed that she was interested in joining and now she felt a strange feeling of obligation to do so. "Um, sure, I guess. That would be helpful," she said, letting the two lead her to the art room.


Phillip was the first to approach the man, who's only information he knew of being his title within this suspicious pharmaceutical company. Wanting to appear sophisticated and powerful, the young man held his hands behind his back, straightening his posture as he made his way forward. Every step was slow, matching the speed of a fading heart beat until he was face to face with the man.

It was then that he realized this attitude was most likely the result of the newest class card he had picked up today. Robespierre's influence was trying to seep into his mind and take control, just like its last host. That's what he felt like, more akin to a parasite than a servant. Relaxing his muscles to appear more casual again, Phillip extended his hand toward the director for a friendly shake. "Phillip Sato, sir. Pleased to meet you."
So has anybody gone to see Heaven's Feel yet?
Nora Evans


Lurching forward, Nora clutched at her chest where the steel I beam had crushed her lungs, dooming her to a painful and agonizing death... except no representative of the afterlife approached her. At least not this time. Instead, she found herself sitting alone in her room, her bed wet with sweat and her heart pounding against her chest. It was just a nightmare. Just a scary dream that's all over now. I'm safe in my own bed. She attempted to comfort herself, but despite her words she couldn't shake the strange feeling. The feeling that what she had imagined was all too real. That she really had died and someone had come to save her in those last few moments of consciousness. That's not possible though. Besides, if it were, how would I have gotten back home and in bed? Ready to face the school day ahe- The girl's eyes widened in horror as a new realization dawned on her. "I'm going to be late for class!" Jumping out from her sheets and quickly getting ready, she'd be running as fast her legs could carry her to the school campus, not knowing the events that would soon transpire and reveal to her a whole new world that would shatter the one she'd grown up in.

After classes had ended for the day and most of the student body were making their way home, Nora decided to waste some time near the school's announcement board. There sat several papers all pinned to the wall to allow students to know of any upcoming events or possible information they'd be interested in, but she was focused on a very specific group of promotional material. Despite how much the student council may have pushed for students to join a club, she had yet to do so, feigning ignorance by being a clueless foreigner. If she had to be honest though, she was simply nervous about spending time with people she barely knew. I want to make friends though, and joining a club of people who are interested in something I also enjoy would definitely be a step in the right direction. Which one though?
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