An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
We're pretending it hasn't been 8 months since I last updated because time is fake and nothing is real. Anyways, we're pretty much caught up to the beginning of the game story now so I can move into canon events lets goooo.
Yoru knew the upcoming conversation with Azul was going to piss her off, no matter how many times she’d rehearsed it in her head before finally jumping down out her window to head towards Octavinelle dorm. I just need to say I want to make a deal, that’s it. Just a deal. She muttered under her breath, students turning their heads away from her quiet ramblings to herself as she walked. Not a big deal. Feet for my magic. That’s it. It’s not a big thing. Just a contract. I’m sure it’s fine. What she hadn’t expected was walking into the VIP room at Mostro Lounge with a scene from one of Idia’s B-grade horror movies playing out in front of her. Her perfectly practiced words caught in her throat, her eyes not sure where to focus. There was a plastic sheet draped over the coffee table and the couches, with Azul and Jade standing on either side wearing their alchemy class jackets, gloves, and goggles. Between them, Floyd was curled on the table, Jade’s hands around his tail with a smile plastered across his face as Azul wrestled with Floyd to keep him still.


















