Matsushima Mitsuko
Classroom 2-A, Yurei High School
Classroom 2-A, Yurei High School
After the others present had started eating the prepared baked goods, Mitsuko reached over and grabbd a small piece out of the container, unceremoniously popping it into her mouth before letting out a satisfied sigh that seemed almost practiced. Well, at any rate, it seemed like everyone was enjoying the brownies; not that it was surprising, when Mitsuko's mom made food, it generally went over well. Granted that her daughter hadn't inherited those same qualities, but that was beside the point.
Brushing off the generally disappointed replies to her not wanting to costume shop with the others, Mitsuko blinked upon hearing Seiko's introduction to the stapler-girl, tilting her head to the side slightly as she glanced in Seiko's direction. "...would you rather I call you 'Seiko'? You didn't say anything earlier." She spoke up, seeming a touch confused. With Yurika's question though, Mitsuko was given momentary pause, a grimace flashing across her face for an instant as the thought of...something flitted through her mind. "She...she is probably too busy. I can get you the recipe, though." She stated almost hurriedly.
As if wanting to sweep that topic under the rug as quickly as possible, Mitsuko moved over to where stapler-girl now was, smoothing over her expression with a placid smile. "Now then, I apologize for all of that. The idiot who threw an ice pack at you lost his temper because of his inferiority, and decided it would be a good idea for him to blindly throw a heavy object. If he does anything like that again, I'll ruin him, so don't worry. Ah, right, I am Matsushima Mitsuko, president of the Occult Club, it is a pleasure to meet you."
"Regarding what you missed, there really isn't much to say. Essentially, just know that the concept of a soul is important, but not fully understood. Rational occultism isn't irreconcilable with science, but there are stupid occultists who deny science, so ignore those ones. A ghost is a soul without a body that suits it; if it has a suitable body, it's alive; if it has a body that doesn't suit it, then it's possessing that body. The Halloween Extravaganza will be a nighttime ghost hunt at the school, with a spirit I've been monitoring for a couple of weeks. Just get the waiver signed and hand it to me on Thursday." She said blandly, reaching into her bag as she spoke to remove a stack of papers, the aforementioned waivers, that she deposited next to the container of brownies.
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Why did she not just explain everything like that earlier?
"Everyone, please take a waiver. This Thursday's club meeting will be a very brief thing; you'll just hand in your forms to me and then you'll be free to go. We won't have our first real seminar until after the Extravaganza."