Tom Blanc
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Aena hurried and bent towards the floor. She retrieved her finger and followed Mr. Q.. She didn’t want to get behind, but she could moved only so fast in small enclosures without breaking something. She wasn’t as dense to forget that sometimes others value privacy.
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Aena grinned maliciously. Over the years, she had tried to install for facial functions, and she now had an amazing set of like 6 whole facial expressions: angry, happy, sad, confused, neutral, and her favorite, sheepish, which she used for everything that didn’t fit the others. Also, even though she matured, she still had close to ZERO tolerance for lolicons and other assorted perverts. She did have a little mercy, so instead of a real weapon, she shot out her pinky at his forehead.
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Aena instinctively raised her arm, “Um, I would like a classroom with a projector, and also I want to have access to a P.A. system. And also permission to shoot at Mr. Ren.”
She whispered that last part. She decided that whatever happened between the others was fine, and nothing could ever cause her to leave. She remembered from decades ago when almost everyone else were her students, and she still saw some of them as so. She couldn’t deal with language and no one took her seriously, but now things were different.
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Aena appeared from inside the library, where she hid a small charger set for herself, “Oh this is so wonderful! It’s been so long, and to me it’s felt like centuries. Ms. Miwa, Mr. Takra, you have grown up so well. Mr. Q, you look as well as ever. I can’t wait for the students to arrive. Let us all hope for a better tomorrow.”
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Shouta tried his best to be amiable, but Kumiko seemed a little ominous. She seemed to know a little better how things worked here. The last school Shouta went to was a quiet place in suburbs, and nothing could be described as freaky. “Huh, what’s up about the lunchroom. So I guess, I’ll need someone like you, If I want to know left from right, right? You’re really a cool person, but anyway, during lunch, find me one the table closest to the windows. I’ll be waiting for you, but for now, I think I’ll head to class, ” He said with a bashful smile.
“I really wish we had more classes together, but at least we can meet after class.”
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Shouta didn’t want to pry too much, so he ignored the water damage and only checked her lunch bloc, and by accident rather than search he saw they shared their last class.
“Oh. We don’t see each other until lunch, and then only one more time at the end of the day, ” He thought it was only fair if he let her see his schedule too, since they only met today. He felt too ashamed to look at what her classes were and he only knew by checking room numbers. His read as followed:
1st – science (in common); 2nd – PE; 3rd – english; 4th – music; 5th -History; lunch; 6th – writing; 7th – math (in common)
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Peace. What is peace? It would have allowed Xander to continue as a prompt young man. Already the world known to him had been divided and catalyzed, and peace was the only option left. Otherwise, what was left of society would assuredly self-destruct. There is no need to argue for peace, for it is not a matter of logic, but rather of pride, so Xander knew nothing he could say would calm her down and he remained silent. However, he was truly skeptical if it was possible, but nonetheless, he hoped people like Eni would make it possible. He simply wiped his brow and sat down peacefully, and showed his true eyes, because there was no one who didn’t already know he was a cold one.
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Xander didn’t flinch at the bird. He wasn’t quite angry, more surprised than anything else. He saw that she was okay, and undeniably composed. If anything, the guy in front of them didn’t mean any harm. Xander didn’t have anything to fear, but he didn’t say anything and didn’t plan to unless Dusty said so first.
For the sake of politeness he smiled and nodded in his direction, although he was unsure what to make of it.
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Xander was still nursing a hurt arm, but it had mostly recovered. He no longer remembered if he had treated it properly, but putting that aside, he was getting rather anxious. He pulled out an empty water bottle and focused his power to condense moisture, which was scarce in the tundra. If he stopped it between water vapor and ice, he could produce drinking water at the expense of limiting the material for him to work his illusions. After much toil he produced enough for both himself and Mrs. Eni to drink.
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Xander brushed the frost himself so as if not to feel cold, but really it prepared for his next illusion. He said, “I’ll go this time.”
His reason for going was not only to lift the burden on Gekido, who he trusted, but also to practice his powers. Also, even though he saw no possible future event that would place Eni as his enemy, it was’t a bad idea to witness her abilities first-hand, as perhaps he would once face a similar hybrid if she had ghosts in her unknown past. Lastly, he wanted to repay the hand that had fed him. He turned his eyes gold, which was something he could hold for hours.
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Xander reveals his camouflage and offers Gekido a hand. “I had the right to experience that because it was near me. However, if I was wrong and if this is considered as betrayal I’ll face punishment. ”
In reality Xander had no will to really betray them because a animal should never bite the hand that feeds it. And anyway, it was better to falsely plead guilty than falsely innocent.
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Tom, and Sally:
Sally greatly thanked the robot and wandered around, as Tom was somewhere training around school grounds. School is closing anyway, so why not. She approached a group of shady characters and asked them.
“Have you seen anyone named Tom here. He’s just about my height, with green eyes and he always wears a huge pistol and a blue coat. He stutters a bit.”
Sally stepped back, “You seem to be preparing for battle. If it’s the right kind of enemy, as I am slayer with capabilities far beyond my brother’s, I’ll be willing to help. Though, I’d rather just go home, although that wouldn’t be what I should do, huh,” She said unladylike.
Just then, Tom ran towards her, as it took a moment for his genetic sequence reading ability to find her.
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The baronet Sally Blanc’s week was not as easy as her brother’s. She was not dead. No, she at least knew she was very much alive. She had not been incinerated. Instead, she was transported half the globe across, into some desert wasteland, albeit she had lost some memory.
She had to eat, so she became a speculator. Life was hard, she didn’t know he language, she was in middle of nowhere and she looked out of place with her emerald colored eyes. She enjoyed highs and survived lows, but she always hoped to get back home, wherever it was. Was she homeless from the start, or was she a princess of some more temperate land.
Three weeks ago, she had regained her memory, and she saved up to travel to the capital, where she retrieved some of her money. After all, she was a heiress. She found out that Tom wasn’t at home or away hard at work, so she couldn’t find her only real relative. She sadly returned to her country manor, until the careless Tom made a purchase on his credit card.
She tracked him down to a small town, but didn’t find him. There was a school there too, so she entered. Nothing is dangerous for the invincible Sal Blanc. She found a strange robo-maid and asked her her brother ((grammatically correct)).
“Oh, you’re Mr. Tom’s brother.”
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((I’ll be back on about five days. I want to know exactly what’s happening.))