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>>41714611
>[ ] Brave the Julia and talk to Claire

>>41714611
>[ ] Go take your seat next to Abigail

>>41714611
>[ ] Brave the Julia and talk to Claire

>>41714611
>[ ] Brave the Julia and talk to Claire

>writing

You consign yourself to pissing off at least one person, and walk over to Claire.

You don't think Abigail or Ms. Browning would begrudge you that, and Claire seems more than happy that you're coming to talk to her. And at this point who cares what Julia thinks?

"Yo" You say.
"Good morning" Claire says. "I missed you yesterday"
"Sorry about that, I meant to send you a message" You say.
"Zat's okay. We all need a day off now and zen" She says.

"Everybody came by to check in on me after school, I'm surprised no one invited you" You say.
"Well, I was-"
"She was busy" Julia says.

"Ah, Julia. Didn't see you there" You say. "How are you this morning?"
"Also busy" She says. "Don't you have a seat?"
"I do" You say.
"You should go sit in it" She says.

You exchange a glance with Claire, who looks uncomfortable. She must know what a bitch Julia is being...

>[ ] Ask why Julia doesn't like you

>[ ] Continue talking to Claire like nothing happened

>[ ] Head back to your seat

>[ ] Other

>>41715083
>>[ ] Ask why Julia doesn't like you

>>41715083
>[ ] Ask why Julia doesn't like you

>>41715083
>[ ] Head back to your seat

>writing

Calling it now, Claire or Julia is The Spy, you can't trust those dirty foreigners ever, they're probably here on behalf of Soviet Russia or Argentina or something weird. Chances are we're an Iranian spy too.

>>41715235
Try to keep it lowish volume, at least on Saif's part. No need to cause a scene if we can help it.

>>41715242
Sucks for whoever The Spy is. Lost his/her entire team last night.

>>41715273
Ya know, if we can get that member alone we might now be able to argue them into a temporary no-kill-pact or at least tempt them into surrendering to us as a safe exit route, seeing as they're going to be extremely stressed currently.

>>41715242
Watch Julia be the Scholar when we call her up.

>>41715401
Why do I want this.

You raise an eyebrow at Claire, and she smiles sheepishly.

Then you pull up a chair, placing it with the back facing the girls, and take a seat.

"So why do you hate me so much, Julia?" You ask.
"I don't hate you. I just find you pushy and annoying" She says in a tone that grinds at you.

Julia might actually be attractive if she wasn't such a bitch. She looks a lot like Claire, but more muscular and maybe a bit taller. The faces are definitely different, but they're similar enough.

But while Claire is all smiles and laughs, Julia is all scowls and scoffs

"Uh-huh. You avoid people that annoy you, not glare at them whenever you get the chance" You say.

"Hey Malikov, remember when I said we were busy?" She asks. "That hasn't changed"

You look at Claire, and she looks VERY uncomfortable.

So you stand up and replace your chair. "Fine" You say, turning away. "But I want a real answer next time. If you're not "busy""

"Don't get your hopes up" Julia says.

You roll your eyes and walk away, if for no other reason than to spare Claire the discomfort that continuing that conversation would bring.

"S-see you around" Claire says.
You turn back and smile. "You bet" You say.

>[ ] Talk to Ms. Browning

>[ ] Take your seat

>[ ] Other

>>41715496
>>[ ] Take your seat
Ms. Browning can kick our ass when we get home or if she calls us in.

>>41715496
>[ ] Take your seat

>>41715496
>[ ] Talk to Ms. Browning

>>41715496
>[ ] Take your seat

>writing

You head over to your seat, pulling out your phone as you go.

[Claire]> See what I meant?

You put your phone away once you hit send, and sit down next to Abigail.

Abigail has a Violin up to her chin, and her eyes are closed as she brings the bow back and forth. You aren't sure what she's playing, but it sounds good.

"How long have you been playing that for?" You ask, pulling your stuff out and getting set up as you listen.
Abigail continues playing while she answers "Since I was little. My parents were insistent that I learn to play. How about you?" She asks.
"How long have I played the guitar?" You ask.
"Yes" She says.

"Since grade 9. I picked it up when they offered a guitar course" You say.
"I didn't think there was a guitar course" She says.
"Not anymore" You say. "It was a spectacular flop. There was just enough for a class at the start, and by the end the numbers had dwindled pretty badly"

"But you stuck it out" She says.
"I enjoyed it" You say. "I still do, even if I don't practice much"
"You'll have to play for me sometime" She says. "I do enjoy being serenaded"

>[ ] Why not now?

>[ ] Maybe later

>[ ] Later (Suggestively)

>[ ] Other

>>41715949
>>[ ] Maybe later

>>41715949
>[ ] Maybe later

>>41715949
>[ ] Later (Suggestively)

>>41715949
>[ ] Maybe later

>>41715949
>[ ] Later (Suggestively)

>>41715949
>[ ] Later (Suggestively)

Exchange innuendos about our fingering skills

>>41715949
>[ ] Maybe later
Gotta let the heat die down, I bet Ms. Browning is keeping an eye on us.

Careful guys, you know playing hard to get will only make Abigail act more aggressive

>>41715949
>[ ] Maybe later

>>41716125
Dang, I was actually looking forward to writing this suggestion...

>writing

>>41716234
I hate it when the boring option is picked over funny write ins
especially when I'm suspicious of samefagging

You shrug. "Maybe later" You say, plucking a few strings to see if you're in tune.

Oh fuck, are you ever not in tune. Did somebody mess with your damn instrument?

"Maybe tonight?" She asks.
As nice as kicking back and displaying your fingering skills to Abigail might sound. "No, I'm super busy tonight" You say.

You still have to get together with Ms. Browning AND give The Scholar a call. You had forgotten about the piece of paper in your pocket. Apparently when you pocketed it in the Arena, it transferred out to your real-world pants.

Abigail pouts. "Awww. That's too bad" She says. "Just remember that we're 2 and 1"
"Kinda hard to forget" You say.

If you had the time, you definitely would not have made the decision to shower together. As it was, it probably ended up taking longer anyway for... reasons...

"Alright, everybody set up?" Ms. Browning asks.

Various yes's and no's come from the class.

"Good" She says. "Then we'll get started"

>[1/2]

You shake your hand off as you pack up your stuff.

"Hurting?" Abigail asks.
"A little" You say. "New song. Weird chords. It'll pass"

She giggles. Abigail does that a lot.

"I know how you feel" She says. "I could help you rub it out"

You're startled that she'd say that in class, and your face obviously betrays that.

Abigail punches you in the arm. "Not... like that" She says. "Come on, lunch is starting. Let's go to the caf"

You take a breath as you lock your guitar case. Is she trying to give you a heart attack?

You put you guitar away, and head for the door...

>Talk to Ms. Browning before you go?

>Hand massage?

>[Y/N] for both

>>41716548
>Y for both

>>41716548
>Y
>Y

>>41716548
>N
>Y

>>41716548
Yes Yes

>writing

You walk up to Ms. Browning's desk before you go.

"So... sorry about yesterday" You say.
"No problem" She says. "How do you feel?"
"Better. Even moreso than before" You say.
"Well, that's what I expected" She says. "We should continue tonight, but I might be busy. I'll keep you posted, kay?"
"Gotcha" You say.
"Oh and, behave" She says.

"When have I ever not behaved?" You ask.
"This morning" She says.

You frown. She knows. You know that she knows. She knows that you know she knows.

"Have a nice day~" She says.
"Y-yeah" You say, scratching your neck as you walk away.

How could she possibly know? It's not like you made any noise... At least, not until it was her turn; but by then Ms. Browning would have been long gone...

You sigh. Maybe you're just not as good at hiding it as you think you are.

As much as you hate to admit it, that's probably the case...

>[1/2]

You and Abigail head off to the cafeteria and sit down where you usually sit.

"So, want me to rub your hand?" She asks.
"Uhh... sure, I guess" You say.
"A bit more half-hearted than I would have liked, but I'll take it" She says, taking your hand.

She pecks it ever so subtly before gently working your finger joints.

"Okay, that does feel good" You say.
"Doesn't it?" She asks. "Mila used to do this when my hands hurt"
"Who's Mila?" You ask.
"My maid" She says. "Her and her brother Miles work at my household"
"So you're rich then?" You ask.
"I'd love to be humble and refute that, but it's pretty accurate" She says.
"Most people who have maids are rich" You say.
"But everyone wants one" She says. "What do you say? I'm sure Mila would be willing to part with one of her uniforms for... the night..."

Abigail trails off. Something on your left hand seems to have caught her eye.

"Abigail" You say.

No response

"Abigail!" You say, a bit louder this time.
She snaps to and continues her massage. "Sorry! Got a bit lost in my head there..." She says, switching back to her alluring smile. "Like I was saying. You, me, maid costume. Sounds like-"

"Hey you two" Yui says, skipping up to the table and taking a seat. She looks between the two of you, and blushes.

"I'm not.. interrupting... am I?" She asks.

>[ ] Yes

>[ ] No

>[ ] Change subject

>[ ] Other

>>41717085
>>[ ] No
>[ ] Change subject

>>41717085
>[ ] Change subject
Uh oh... no man can resist maid outfits

>>41717085
>[ ] No
>[ ] Change subject

>>41717085
>[ ] Change subject

Guys.

Guys the cut.

The cut from last night. We died, wouldn't it be gone?

>>41717168
Didn't we just get impaled and shot in the face? Then revived all intact? Did I miss an injury?

>>41717198
No. When we cut ourselves on the kitchen knife

The one Abigail helped patch up.

>>41717198
That's what I remember. We shouldn't have any incriminating marks on our hands

>>41717168
Oh god your right....
She knows....

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>>41717233
Right...Do injuries sustained in the real world also go away when we get revived in the Arena?

>>41717234
We cut ourselves before the arena, she treated the injury, now it is gone becuase we revived i

>>41717272
Oh shit you're right

>writing

Yes. The cut is gone.

>You only skinned the top joint on your left index finger.

Well shit. We are...just a fast healer right guys?

>>41717316
Cuddling and other "love acts" actually stimulates release of oxytocin helps speed up healing.

Can other champions sense our magic or find us with their magic?

>>41717451
Only if they are also Time magic users or better. And Time is pretty high up there.

>>41717464
Time is the top, there is no higher, also the higher you go the rarer it is to have it.

"No" You say.
"Saif said his hand hurt, so I'm lending him one" Abigail says.
"Lending him what?" Yui asks.

"A hand" Abigail says.

Yui facepalms, and you chuckle.

"So, you guys get home alright last night?" You ask.
"We did" She says. "God, it was like... past midnight before I got to bed. Though I did notice that we were missing someone on the way out..."
"You were?" You ask.

Yui gives you and Abigail a blank look.

"We stayed up to watch a few more episodes" You say.

Yui raises an eyebrow.

"Saif was nice enough to let me stay the night" Abigail says.

Yui raises her other eyebrow.

"You sly muthafucka, that's 40 bucks I'm out now" Dwight says, making his entrance to the group.

>[ ] Nice to see you too, buddy

>[ ] Gambling's a deadly habit

>[ ] I don't follow

>[ ] Other

>>41717488
>[ ] Nice to see you too, buddy
Fuck it, DO IT
>[ ] Gambling's a deadly habit
Lets see if we get any reactions.

>>41717488
>[ ] Gambling's a deadly habit

We have too.

>>41717488
>[ ] Gambling's a deadly habit

>>41717488
>[ ] Nice to see you too, buddy

>>41717488
>[ ] Nice to see you too, buddy
>[ ] Gambling's a deadly habit

>writing

"That's a slippery slope you're on, you know" You say. "All that gambling will get you killed"

You chuckle inwardly, and fight back against the memory that brings back. Maybe you aren't ready to joke about that quite yet...

You look around the table to gauge the reception to your joke. It's not going over well.

Dwight is the first one to speak. "Pshh, a few bets here and there won't get me killed" He says. "It's not like I'm gambling with the mafia"

"I dunno, Saif and I are pretty sure that Boss has some connections he's not telling us about" Yui says.

You make a cutting motion across your throat with your free hand.

"There" Abigail says, bringing your hand to her lips and kissing your knuckles. "Better?"
"Yeah, thanks" You say. You could've done without the obvious display of affection... but whatever.

"Now hold up. You guys really think that Boss is mafia?" Dwight asks.
"No" Yui says. "I'm pretty sure the mafia is Italian"
"Yeah, if you wanted mafia you'd have to go up north a ways. They all moved up to Caledon and the like once us dark-skins started coming over" You say.

"That's racist" Yui says.
"I get a pass" You say.

"So, what kind of bet did you lose, Dwight?" Abigail asks.

>[ ] He didn't think you could finish your dinner

>[ ] He didn't think we'd bang

>[ ] Say nothing

>[ ] Say both

>>41717976
>[ ] He didn't think you could finish your dinner

>>41717976
>[ ] He didn't think you could finish your dinner

>>41717976
>[ ] He didn't think you could finish your dinner

>writing

"He didn't think you could finish last night's curry" You say.
"Yeah, I didn't think Saif could get l-"

You stamp on his foot, and he winces.

"-uuuuuuhuucky... finding a girl that can eat like that" He finishes.

Abigail hugs your arm. "Well, at least someone had faith in me" She says. "So, do I get a piece of those winnings?"
"It's only fair" Yui says. "After all, she did her share of the work"

"I guess" You say, as your phone buzzes.

[Claire]>I see what you meant
[Claire]>I'll try talking to her
[Claire]<If you think that'll work

You send that off, and before you put your phone away...

[Claire]<Aren't you in class?
[Claire]>Teacher's out.

Ah, that makes sense. You put your phone away.

"What do you say?" Abigail asks.
"Sorry, I missed that" You say.
"We were talking about using your spoils to go see a movie this weekend sometime" Yui says. "You in?"

>[ ] Sure

>[ ] Busy

>[ ] I gambled hard for this money

>[ ] Other

>>41718428
>[ ] Sure

>>41718428
>>[ ] Sure

>>41718428
>[ ] Other
Maybe
Lets not make promises, maybe meet the scholar or something.

>>41718528
>[ ] Other
Seconding

>>41718428
>[ ] Sure

>writing

>>41718642
Might want to archive early. There's an anti-quester floating around.

>>41718794
Nothings been misarchived on the recently.

>>41718832
>the
Suptg*

"I might be busy, but if I'm not count me in" You say.
"Cool" Dwight says. "I'll let Veer know later. You gonna tell Safi?"
"Yeah, I've got next period with her anyway" You say.

"Any idea what to watch?" Yui asks.
"I dunno... the only thing that comes to mind is the avengers" You say. "Unless there's something more interesting"

"I'd be good with that" Dwight says.
"Is 50 shades still out?" Abigail asks.
"I don't think so" Yui says.
"Oh god no" You say. "I'd rather be tied up and whipped"

"I was kidding" Abigail says. "But that can be arranged..."

You're thankfully saved from having to reply to that by the bell.

"Shit! Already? I didn't even get lunch" Dwight says.

Yui tosses him a sandwich.

"Thanks" He says. "See you guys after school?"
"I'll be busy" You say.
"Me too, unfortunately" Abigail says.

"Looks like it's just you and meee..." Dwight says. "et tu, Yui?"
"Yup, I've got work tonight" She says.

"I guess I'll see you guys on saturday then?" You ask.
"Definitely" Yui says.
"Sure thing" Dwight says.

"Wouldn't miss it" Abigail says, smiling her usual smile.

>[1/2]

You say your goodbyes and head off to your physics class. As usual, Safi has beaten you here.

"Heya" You say.
"Heeeyyyyy" She says. "You're looking chipper today. Somebody get lucky?"

You stutter for a second, and Safi laughs.

"You DID" She says. "I'm not really sure about the etiquette here... do we... do we high five?"
"I don't think so" You say, taking your seat.

"So...?" Safi says, folding her hands over the table. "How was she?"
"I'm not going to answer that" You say.
"Aww... I'm not asking for a play-by-play. A simple 'satisfactory' would suffice" She says.

"Satisfactory" You say.
"So you were... Satisfied?" She asks, a wicked grin stretching across her face.
"I don't know why I humored you" You say. "Why are you even asking this stuff?"
"Curiosity?" She asks.
"More like nosiness" You say.
"Heyo, Mr. No-fun over here has a problem with something" She says. "Better call the no-fun police, get the droll handcuffs and throw me in the bland cell"

"None of those things even make sense" You say.
Safi is about to respond, when something at the front of the room catches her eye.

"Woah" She whisper, pulling on your sleeve. "Speaking of Mr. No-fun"

You look to the head of the class, and see Mr. Pemberton. He looks absolutely haggard.

"Shit" You say. "I wonder what happened to him"
"He's not wearing a ring" Safi says. "Did he have one before? I can never remember"

>[ ] You think he got divorced?

>[ ] Maybe a friend of his died

>[ ] Other

>>41719070
>[ ] You think he got divorced?

>>41719070
>[ ] You think he got divorced?
oh shit son

>>41719070
>[ ] You think he got divorced?

Get fucked maybeSpy.

>writing

"Think he got divorced?" You ask.
"Mmmmm... No, I don't see a tan line where his ring would've been" She says. "So who knows"

"Alright class" Mr. Pemberton says in his British accent. "We'll just be working from the books today"

He writes some pages and question number on the board, and goes back to his seat.

"Definitely feeling as bad as he looks though" Safi says. "Sit tight, I'm gonna go investigate"

Safi gets up and walks over to the teacher's desk. She puts on her best 'concerned face', and talks with him. Or maybe it isn't an act, and she really is concerned. It isn't every day that a teacher comes in looking like... that.

You open your book and flip to the indicated pages so you can get something done, but every couple seconds you glance up to see what's happening.

After a few minutes, Safi comes back. "A friend of his died" She says. "Apparently he's going to be taking an LOA soon"
"Shit" You say. "Do we... do we get him a card?"
"Yes?" She says. "Maybe? I dunno"
"I could ask Ms. Browning what to do in this situation" You say.
"If you want. I was just gonna get a card and get the class to sign it" She says. "Come to think of it, are you okay?"

"Yeah... I guess" You say. "Why do you ask"
"I dunno, it seemed like you were having quite the nightmare when I came in yesterday" She says.
"Oh, right" You say. "No, I'm fine. No more nightmares"
"That's good to hear" She says. "Though I guess it would be hard to have bad dreams when the company is good"

"That's tru-..."
Safi smiles at your slip up. "So she spent the night, huh?" She asks.
"Oh... shut it" You say.

Safi laughs at your embarrassment.

That's all for tonight!

Next thread will be this weekend, so it'll be Devil's Whim

As always I'll be sticking around for questions/suggestions

>>41719567
Thanks for the run.

>>41719567
Thanks for running? Could we have been more secretive about Abigail? Seems like everyone in the school will know we banged at this rate

>>41719637
Saifs friends are smart enough to put 2 and 2 together.

>>41719637
Seems like Abigail is trying to make it as obvious as possible

>>41719637
Shit that first question mark was supposed to be an exclamation point. I don't even know how that happened

>>41719637
>>41719677
Saif has a 'look' that he gets whenever someone broaches the subject. Involuntary. Dead giveaway.

It'll come up later.

>>41719753
And yes, Abigail doesn't give a damn if people know.