#scholarking

[bakubakushiiin]

@scholarking

She's standing at the board, putting her knuckles against her temples. It seemed to be a simple math problem, but to Sakura Bakushin O - the Fastest Class Rep - it wasn't clicking. Her tail swishes back and forth as she's staring down the whiteboard in front of her like it's life or death.

Before the teen lets out a defeated sigh. "It's no good," she mopes to what she believes is an empty room, "I can't get this answer to come to me fast enough."

[eruditehacker]

"Much as Herta did, it appears I had left and came back. My memory banks have been updated, it appears, but it does not feel as though it was 'living'. As though nothing had changed, and then suddenly something has." Naturally, he had sought out the company of one of his contemporaries once he returned to compare notes.

That, and help him work on opening his school. Screwllum was more than happy to involve himself with higher learning. Sorting some paperwork, he continues:

"Conclusion: this place clearly has the ability to manipulate memories without any trace. I did not detect anything wrong with my systems at any point."

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[punishercross]

"You ever open that school, smartass?" He couldn't lie, part of him was interested in the idea of being able to go to some kind of learning institution, considering his education from a young age was in assassination and gun training, he couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to learn, well, something else.

Maybe agriculture? Ranching? He liked animals.

"Been lookin' fer somethin' to do, an' I ain't seen jack or shit outta you for a while."

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[punishercross]

He burst through the Mistwood, familiar with the paths due to his usual treks using a motorcycle. By sights familiar and unfamiliar in the dead of night, to sites where he'd helped and been helped before, he burst through the bush.

The positive of this strategy was that he knew these paths significantly better than the ones hunting him down. The negative? Well, there's not much more obvious than a motorcycle driving through a forest. Which made his direction known at any given time.

He bites his tongue when two bullets find home, both in his shoulder. Feeling his arm start to tingle, he speeds up, working to lose a tail as he makes it closer to the island center...

...

"Doc?" He hates how pathetic his voice sounds as he makes his way into the man's office. The only 'doctor' he knows, and he never thought to ask if the guy was a medical doctor. And as silly as it seems, he hates being seen like this. No sunglasses to protect his own gaze, and ho suit jacket - no uniform to hide the blood from his wounds.

Instead, he holds his arm close, feeling it starting to go numb from the bullets lodged in his shoulder, his grey shirt slick wet with blood from open wounds.

"I woulda called first, but, ah, ain't got a phone."

The night air is ominously quiet. For a moment.

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[eruditehacker]

"Having tracked my location before, I can approximate that I was away from this place for approximately 20 days." He pulls up his journal on his phone, tapping his metallic chin, a gesture so human that he can't help but find his gears whirring in amusement.

"What do you make of this? The selection process does not appear to be cyclical, as I do not believe you have had an absence yet?" He tilts his head to the side, blue lights in his eyes flickering as he compiles this information.

Although, he does realize that he simply walked into the good Doctor's house, pausing and appreciating that he had not been stopped. "Good morning, Mr. Ratio."

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[dragon-among-stars]

event starter for @scholarking

"Oh, Dr. Ratio. I should express my appreciation for running into you with this new conundrum I have found myself in."

The vidyadhara seems more expressive as he approaches the other. Vines of flowers curl around his golden horns. They were the very thing he was referencing with a clawed gauntlet.

"They just started appearing without any rhyme or reason that I can distinguish yet."

[blazingdawn]

the box is left outside her residence, though how the other figured it out, well... needless to say, he deduced it easily enough. unwrapping it would reveal a cartridge to slip into one's phone, installing an 8bit application that leads to a video game. various tasks and challenges are given in order to help boost one's brainpower in order to conquer the next level. a note is attached to the box:

happy holidays to you, stelle.

before you ask: i did indeed develop this game just for you. it's one of a kind, so do cherish it well. here's to happy learning.

veritas ratio.

at first she was hesitant of the box. after all, the last time someone left her a box, it was sparkle and that ended up with her having to chase down supposed bombs on her new airship. for all she knew, opening the note could lead to a sudden face full of confetti. regardless, she picks it up carefully, taking a look at the note first. an expression of caution turns into a warm smile as she chuckles to herself.

" I knew he had a fun side to him after-all!"

the cartridge is handled with extreme care as it's slipped into her phone, eyes lighting up as the game comes to life so like the ones she had back home. "Watch him be so impressed by what I've learned next time we meet." because of course anything that's done via a video game makes it all the better.

[punishercross]

"I mean, I gotta schedule classes 'round takin' care of the animals. I doubt ya want me to bring a zoo to class." Not that he knew whether the doctor was gonna be the one teaching the class, but his cracked phone didn't really lend itself well to picking classes for the upcoming season.

"An' remember - I live over in Umber, so," a shrug.

"Look, I ain't even sure what kinda classes I wanna take. I've never been to school 'fore."

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