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[SOLDIER First]

"I didn't w-want to have to leave m-my parents, but I was worried that w-without help, I might hurt people.. b-by accident.."

[Kansa]

Fuschia did not reply for a while,
"Do you care about that?"

[SOLDIER First]

"I.. I really d-do.."

[Kansa]

A vine sneaked out from her head hole,
"They wouldn't have given you a choice anyway."

[SOLDIER First]

Oliver sits down and looks at her again.
"W-what do you mean..?"

[Kansa]

"If you had said no they would have just taken you here anyway"

[SOLDIER First]

"They c-can't do that."

[Kansa]

Fuschia shrugged,
"Why not?"

[SOLDIER First]

"They just c-can't."

[wolfchild]

((Im good with timeskip))

[Kansa]

"They've probably already done it"

[Kansa]

Fuschia rose to her feet and then began to walk away.

[smurfingtonthethird]

((FINALLY))

Time moves on, and it's finally the weekend, to the joy of all the students. They are required to move into the hall in an hour, so they can explain more stuff.

[SOLDIER First]

((shut your heck))

Oliver lets her and continues angsting training.

~~~SKIP HAPPENS~~~

Oliver is still.. at.. the beach.

[Empiricist]

Louis was somewhat distant the past few days, having disappeared into the magical crafting room as soon as classes ended, always returning with a new set of bandaged injuries. Nonetheless, his behavior has remained consistent. However, the previous day, he didn't return to his dorms until just after midnight, creeping into the dorms before quickly falling asleep.

He was already awake this morning it seems, hunched over sleepily at the table, his folding chair leaning against his side. His slightly long blonde-hair was messier than usual and his neat-casual clothes were quite far from neat. Aside from his writing hand, and blinking azure eyes, he was effectively motionless, caught within the vices of acedia. With a half-suppressed yawn, he briefly paused his work. Louis' handwriting never was too neat, but with his present state, it had seemingly devolved into an indecipherable scrawl, an unintelligible mass of ink, and at times where the writing failed to dry quickly enough, an incomprehensible stain. It seems that when he wasn't polluting the air with his butchery of the English language, he could pass for a porcelain doll rather well. Then again, considering his personality, it was probably better that he was talkative, seeing as artistic young gentlemen of bygone eras would have likely have correlated his overall visual appearance to Sensitiveness.