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After Hayato's response, Yves massaged her temples with her hand and Kirche hastily moved over to Hayato. She then hugged his side, delicately caressing the underside of his neck as she said, "I'm glad you chose me, handsome. The Mess over there couldn't even keep her pet dog alive back at her family's estate!" She allowed this to sink in for a few seconds and then warmly added, "...but I'll keep you safe." After this, Yves growled something about a potion under her breath and stormed out of the room. She appeared to be holding herself together as she closed the door, but her footsteps got heavier as she went back to her room.

Once Yves was gone, Kirche asked, "Well then, Hayato..." She then pushed him down onto the bed and mumbled, "...shall we continue?"

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Kirche continued to use her girlish ways to console Hayato and to ensure that he was interested in staying with her for about a half hour before declaring that it was time for bed. She gave him room in her bed, which was about the same as Yves', but with a red bedsheet and fluffier pillows. She slept very lightly, responding to Hayato every time he moved, especially when he moved closer to her. But at the same time, she skillfully kept him at a distance, teasing him and keeping him from getting any further with her than a kiss.


-----Note: Interrupted, 04/29/16 - 5:45 ----------


By the time morning came, she yawned, stretched a little, and got out of bed by first crawling over Hayato.

She got dressed relatively quickly, using her wand to levitate a bunch of objects around the room to assist in the endeavor, and declared, "I'll bring you back some of the noble cuisine that is served as breakfast. Of course, I don't have permission to bring you there with me since there aren't enough seats, so you'll have to stay here. If anything happens, Flame will protect you." When she said this, she pointed over to the lizard creature which dragged Hayato into the room in the first place, which made a slight growling sound. "Don't worry," she commented, smiling wryly at him after the creature made its noise, "that sound means he likes you."

With that, Kirche left for breakfast. A few minutes passed by and nothing happened in the room. But before long, a sudden gust blew the window open and five men flew into the room at lightning speed. All of them held some sort of wand in their hands, and they were mumbling incantations as they dropped to the ground. "So you're the one who Kirche ditched us for, huh?" the first one said, advancing toward Hayato. As the peasant reached for his sword, a bolt of fire flew out of his wand, smacking into the poorly-made holster, destroying the leather strap in the process, and sending it flying over to the wall along with the sword. The man immediately behind him then cast a spell which caused the disarmed peasant to fly violently toward the ceiling. After hitting the ceiling, the powerless peasant was pinned by the force of the magic. "We've seen how good you are with a sword. But without it, you don't seem nearly as strong."

As the first guy spoke, the Salamander darted out from under the table in the middle of the room, tackling two of the guys to the floor as it dove into the group of them. In response to this, the third guy, who still hadn't used his wand for anything but flying up to the room, then pointed it at the salamander and caused the lizard to fly out of the room. This third guy clicked his tongue and said, "what an annoyance. Get up, you two. We didn't come here to get beat up by a lizard." The second guy, who was still pinning Hayato against the ceiling with his wand, commented, "Yeah, we came to teach you a thing or two about Kirche."

The first guy raised his wand toward Hayato and, as the two who were tackled started to rise from their feet, he declared, "You think you're special because she said she 'loved' you?" The third, fourth, and fifth guy all snickered after he said this, but the first guy continued, "Yeah, well so did we. She says that to whoever she wants something from, just like a whore." The fourth guy nodded, adding, "just now we saw her flirt with a few guys in the courtyard on her way to breakfast. Right after we're done with you, we'll be sure to set them right as well."

After this, it was back to the first guy, who seemed to be acting as a leader of the group, "I'm Kirche's true lover. Anyone who tells you otherwise is just jealous and wrong. These four behind me? They're admirers of Kirche. And you just stole each of our appointments." All of the other four now looked like they were starting to get angry, pointing their wands toward him with growing intensity. The first guy waved his wand over to the two swords in the room, sending them flying out the window, then he said, "And we don't very well appreciate your impudence there, you snotty, good-for-nothing peasant!" As he said this, his voice rose to a crescendo, emphasizing the last word with a bolt of fire erupting from his wand. It sailed straight toward Hayato's face, but mysteriously poofed out of existence a foot in front of him.

As the boys were looking at one another, unsure of what to do, the room started growing colder and colder. They didn't seem to notice, and all but the one who was pinning Hayato against the ceiling started to throw bolts of fire at Hayato with their wands. But each bolt fizzed out of existence before it touched Hayato. As they continued this for a few seconds, they started to notice that the bolts weren't just disappearing, but seemed to be hitting something. "Wait, hold up you guys, something weird's happening." The first guy started walking closer to Hayato, but suddenly stopped. He looked down to see that his boot was frozen to the ground. "Wait, what's going on?" he said. The others started to take notice as well, and so they tried separating their feet from the frosted floorboards of Kirche's room.

But as they did, the door slammed open and in walked Yves. She had a calm expression on her face as she entered the room, commenting, "It looks like my suspicions were correct." She narrowed her eyes at the five who were gathered by the window and walked further into the room. The second guy immediately dropped Hayato with his levitation magic, causing him to drop down onto the ground and they all pointed their wands at Yves. "Did you do this, Mess?" The third guy asked, "Don't you know that using magic to hurt a noble is against the rules? You could get kicked out for that!" Yves stood a foot away from her familiar, gripping her wand as she did, and said, "I haven't hurt you yet and I don't intend to. I'm just recollecting my stupid pet. I'm sure you won't have any problems if I take him away from the Passion for you."

The five didn't respond, instead looking at one another as if to confirm something. As they did, Yves grabbed Hayato by the collar and started dragging him out of the room. "Wait! Where do you think you're going?" the first guy asked, firing a bolt of fire at her. The bolt slammed into an extremely thin sheet of ice which formed between Yves and the group of them, fizzling into nothing. She then glared at him and impatiently answered, "My room. If you follow, you're dead." She tossed Hayato out of the room as she walked through the doorway. As she slammed the door to Kirche's room shut behind her, the ice in the room shattered and dissolved into nothing, leaving the five guys standing in place, dumbstruck by the sudden event.

Yves didn't bother saying anything to her familiar. She opened her door and stood inside, holding it open for a few seconds as she glared at him. After that, she closed the door and walked over to the table in the middle of the room. She sat in the chair, reclined a little, and started to read one of the books with an ice crystal engraved into the cover.
 
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Hayato was somewhat content that he stood up to her like that, knowing what she did. He was nearly satisfied, but afterwards he immediately remembered that she was the one that tended for him - and constantly stayed awake to make sure he wasn't dying. He made sure to hear what Kirche was saying, but it wasn't really something he was used to. He really didn't care much for her feminine charm, despite it being quite the pleasant surprise at first, it got old quickly. At least his bed wasn't made of straw and hay. Finally he got what he deserved. A warm, comfy bed and plopped himself down there. But deep down inside, he kept on thinking about how Yves reacted to him not staying, and he felt a pang of guilt as he remembered that his clothes were bought by Yves, and even the reason that he was alive was because of Yves. Regret settled in a few moments later as he slowly stood up from the bed and looked at where Kirche was sleeping. Seeing that she was currently asleep, as well as her familiar, he tried not to make noise, taking off his shoes and walking across her room to the door. Opening it, he briskly walked out, slowly closing the door behind him as he does so.
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He tried to retrace his steps, but eventually scoured the halls to try and locate Yves' room. Eventually, he finally managed to find it again, as he walked up to her room with a bit of fear dancing in his mind. He half expected him to get tortured or something - as he rubbed his arm and immediately knocked on the door - waiting for Yves to open the door as he waited outside.
 
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Yves stormed over to her room and slammed the door shut with enough force that she flinched at the sound. She was frightened by the noise, as if she hadn't expected it. Her own ferocity vanished as fright set in, but at the same time, she felt as if she was flinching for another reason as well. Enough with this. I'm going to sleep. She practically ripped her clothes off and threw on her night gown, then tossed herself violently onto the bed. She flopped around for a few minutes to get her energy out, loudly saying muffled words into a pillow thick enough to mute the sound. She then stretched a bit, and finally tucked herself in and tried to close her eyes, feeling that her emotional and physical energy were exhausted enough for her to rest. The room was already dark, and the cool breeze from the window was refreshing as the slight layer of sweat on her face started to dry. It wasn't long before she was asleep.

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Yves was awakened by the sound of knocking at the door. As if she had been stabbed, she yipped and shot up, physically separating herself from the bed by the force of her movement. She landed on the bed once again and tried figuring out what was happening as her blurry vision slowly transitioned the darkness into the outlines of shapes. Wh-What was that? Why is my heart racing? Her eyes darted around the room. The window? No, it was open, nothing could have knocked against the wooden panels in the position they were in, and the noise seemed to come from another direction. Then...the door? It wasn't long before more knocking came from the door, and it wasn't much longer after that that she was able to forget why she was so frightened by the sound.

Once she was able to see the door as the sound was made, her nerves were finally settled. No more was the mysterious and sudden noise the transition from a nightmare to reality, it was now merely an annoyance. Yves felt herself blushing slightly as she rose to her feet, more embarrassed of her behavior than angry at the person who caused it. But at the same time, she quickly transitioned into a stern and unpleasant expression. She offered no reply to the knocking on the door, since she was already on route to open it. Her footsteps were heavy enough that a person on the other side might be able to hear the floorboards creaking beneath her from behind the door. But that didn't seem to stop the knocking.

Once she reached the door, she unlocked it and quickly opened it, revealing her familiar on the other side. Immediately, she felt more alarmed than before, as if she expected a cat and found a lion. But once she acknowledged his existence, instead of showing it in her face, she froze in place. It wasn't until he reacted that she was able to move again. She cleared her throat and opened the door all the way, motioning for him to enter. Once he did, she silently closed the door behind her, then locked it. Without a word, she wandered back over to her bed, flopped down into it, and, turning away from him, pretended to immediately fall back asleep.
 
Hayato was somewhat content that he stood up to her like that, knowing what she did. He was nearly satisfied, but afterwards he immediately remembered that she was the one that tended for him - and constantly stayed awake to make sure he wasn't dying. He made sure to hear what Kirche was saying, but it wasn't really something he was used to.

He really didn't care much for her feminine charm, despite it being quite the pleasant surprise at first, it got old quickly. At least his bed wasn't made of straw and hay. Finally he got what he deserved. A warm, comfy bed and plopped himself down there. But deep down inside, he kept on thinking about how Yves reacted to him not staying, and he felt a pang of guilt as he remembered that his clothes were bought by Yves, and even the reason that he was alive was because of Yves.

Regret settled in a few moments later as he slowly stood up from the bed and looked at where Kirche was sleeping. Seeing that she was currently asleep, as well as her familiar, he tried not to make noise, taking off his shoes and walking across her room to the door. Opening it, he briskly walked out, slowly closing the door behind him as he does so.
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He tried to retrace his steps, but eventually scoured the halls to try and locate Yves' room. His steps were heavy - accentuating his fear. He found the courtyard, and eventually found the hall leading to Yves' room. His eyes were looking around to see if Kirche was finding him again - the fear of being caught - and the fear of what Yves' might do if she found him crawling back to her, it made him scared. Beads of cold sweat formed from his forehead, his hand trembling as he knew what length Yves would go to teach a lesson.

The nervous male reached her room, and outside he knocked on the door - his face rather pale. He tried his best to keep his cool, but sweat was glimmering from his forehead, as the knocks were more shaky, coming from trembling hands. He then waited - for every agonizing second meant he had to think about the events of the past - where she 'punished' him for his actions. While it wasn't that bad as he thinks it was, the words she said were what scared him. She had the magical powers, and he was only a mere human peasant with the power to be good with the sword. He listened in, and eventually heard the sounds of heavy footsteps, the creaky floorboards giving it away. He stopped knocking at this point, knowing that Yves was most likely on her way to open the door.

Once the footsteps stopped, he heard the primitive bolt lock unlatch, with this he felt like he was facing a firing squad. What would Yves do, perhaps? But when the door was opened, it only served to drive an awkward stare down - as he shortly averted his gaze away from his. His eyes were half-lidded, as his face was pained - as if something was truly bothering him. "I-I..." He decided against speaking, as he stands there - unsure of what he should do. Then, she did something he didn't expect. She cleared her throat and opened the door all the way, motioning for him to enter. He did so, and slowly trundled his way to his own haystack - not saying anything - his feet dragging on the floor as he flopped on the haystack. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes wide open, his arms outstretched. So many things were on his mind, plaguing his thoughts - as he struggled to fall asleep.
 
....Once she reached the door, she unlocked it and quickly opened it, revealing her familiar on the other side. Immediately, she felt more alarmed than before, as if she expected a cat and found a lion. But once she acknowledged his existence, instead of showing it in her face, she froze in place. It wasn't until he averted his gaze that she was able to move again. She cleared her throat a few seconds after he started stammering and opened the door all the way, motioning for him to enter. She didn't know what to think of his timid and quiet expression, but she still felt tired since it was the middle of the night. Once he entered the room, she silently closed the door behind her, then locked it. They both seemed to have the same idea as they walked over to their beds. Without a word, Yves flopped down into her bed and, turning away from him, pretended to immediately fall back asleep.

Sadly, Yves wasn't permitted the honor of falling asleep just yet. Instead, she waited for five to ten minutes, trying to be as still as possible. When she finally did fall asleep, she had already forgotten about the return of her familiar.

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The next morning, Yves awoke and grumbled, "hey, peasant...get my clothes ready,..." as she started to stretch and rise from the bed. It was still a half hour or so before sunrise, but that didn't seem to be much of an issue. After a minute, she got out of bed and waited for her peasant to dress her. Even if she thought of the previous night, it didn't show on her face or in her behavior.

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Once she was dressed, she told her peasant familiar to follow her to breakfast. Just like any other day, she walked through the residence halls of the tower, down to the bottom floor, and walked over to the central tower. The breakfast hall was immediately inside the door she walked through, so once she was in the tower, she simply walked over to one of the chairs, waited for her familiar to pull the chair out for her to sit on, impatiently motioned for him to do so when he didn't, and then sat down and waited for other people to arrive.

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After the whole assembly of nobles said the allegience to their nation, they started to eat. Yves was talking with the nobles around her about a thief who had been planning to steal an artifact from the vault of the university. Yves didn't seem too amused by the thought, but was interested to hear the thief's name: Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt. She claimed to have never heard it before, but that it nonetheless sounded familiar, and the other nobles started talking about how the town they went to was buzzing about it since the thief had recently stolen an expensive staff from the town. Yves changed the subject shortly thereafter, focusing on more noble-related stuff like houses and money and etiquette.

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Once breakfast was over, Yves told her peasant to go amuse himself since classes wouldn't start until after lunch on that day. She then promptly returned to her room and started to read where she left off in her book.
 
The next day came quickly, as he remembered where he was. He was back in Yves' stead, and he thought that he should at least try to gain her approval - still feeling the guilt from yesterday. He stood up and as Yves ordered him to get her dressed, she did them without any difficulty. While he wasn't looking very 'happy', he was at least more willing to do what she said.

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Once he dressed her, he followed her to breakfast. She was acting as if he didn't just threaten to leave her, and came crawling back to her last night. Feeling somewhat positive at this realization, they walked through the residential halls, down to the bottom floor and into the central tower - going over to the breakfast hall. He almost forgot to pull the chair back for her, and as she impatiently motioned for him to do so, he pulled the chair back quickly, and stood behind her - listening on the conversation.

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They were all talking about some thief, named Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt. While his name didn't seem that intimidating, he listened in a bit more - seeing that he apparently stole a highly exquisite and expensive staff from the town. But, Yves changed the topic, and eventually lost interest with the noble related talk of politics involving people he didn't know, and the mannerisms, property, and money. He waited out the breakfast, idling by as he stood behind her.

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After breakfast, he was told by Yves to 'go amuse himself' for a while, and he looked at his shoddy looking blade, unsheathing it as he went over to the courtyard, practicing his swings while having his eyes closed. It seemed like he was getting somewhat better at it, swishing, twisting the blade a bit and thrusting it forward - but he was still rather terrible at his form, and even more so with thrusting his blade. He decided to try and act that out a bit more, regaining his footing and trying to solidify his stance, circling around an imaginary target. Despite it being the morning, he still continued to practice, being careful not to hit anyone as once in a while he peeks out, looking around, and if it was clear, he would continue on, stabbing and slashing his blade.
 
Oh...

Siesta stared at the piece of paper on the table in front of her. The headmaster of the university stared at her with a hesitant expression, as if expecting more from her as a reaction to the paper. Several other servants turned over to offer her a look of pity, but there was a depressing tone of unease in the air. Siesta coughed a few times to clear her throat, then nodded and commented, "y-yes,...I-It's for the best...I'll be ready by tomorrow." The headmaster signed, but nodded and left her the paper, "very well. I'll inform him. If you need help with your belongings, feel free to take anyone off of work to help you." She replied with a hollow "thanks..." as she stared down at the paper.

It's already that time...

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Shortly after Hayato started to practice with his sword, Siesta found herself rounding the corner into the small, less-frequented section of the courtyard that he was in. Despite holding a small pile of dirty clothes which she was intent on washing, she thought it wouldn't hurt to take a quick break and to watch the peasant hero for a bit. So, hiding behind a bush, she sat down and peered over at him. She was glad to see that he didn't pay her any mind, or perhaps he hadn't noticed her, as he seemed to practice more timidly when he noticed that others were around.

After awhile, once he started to look like he was getting tired, she rose from behind the bush, picked up her pile of dirty clothes, and casually started to walk over to the water basin on the wall across from him. She was exceptionally good at acting as if she hadn't noticed anything, being a servant and all, so she passed by him and, upon reaching a suitable point to "notice" him, she looked his way and offered a pleasant greeting. Well, it would have been pleasant, however there was a hint of sorrow in her eyes as she did so, just enough to make her expression look off.

"Hello Hayato! I see you're working hard...it's a pleasant day!" Her words were just genuine enough to ensure an onlooker that she wasn't lying, but nonetheless betrayed the fact that something was missing. She barely stopped to talk to the peasant hero as she walked over to the wash basin, as she'd have plenty of time to do so as she worked.

Sure enough, once she arrived at the wash basin, she got to work, responding and listening to Hayato all the while.
 
Hayato continued slashing - getting better with each semi-graceful movement. While it was a bit stiff, he was improving little by little. While he wasn't doing the same as he did when he was fighting Guiche, but one could see where he draws inspiration from. It's odd - seeing him practice so hard, and be seen as such a master swordsman that people would try to disarm him first before doing anything else. The courtyards were still clear - unknowingly practicing while a pair of curious eyes follows his movements. He still needed help with form, nearly losing balance after a powerful thrust, and eventually after a few more minutes practicing, he was getting a bit winded.

He heard something rustle from the bushes, but he paid it no mind. Thinking it was the wind, he wiped the sweat off his brow with the sleeve on his shirt. From his view, he saw Siesta, to which he smiled warmly. It was good to know that people like Siesta existed here. Well, it's not like he has the freedom to socialize and mingle with other peasants - not with training, and with Yves keeping him at bay. With her pleasant greeting, it wasn't hard to return the sentiment; but something seemed off. Her eyes - gave off an expression of sorrow - otherwise masked in her almost genuine smile.

"Yeah. It's great to see you too, Siesta..." Small talk ensued, but eventually he had to question her about something. "Is... something wrong? You seem... like something's bothering you." He looked her in the eyes, sitting down next to her - leaning on a conveniently placed tree that almost seemed like it was destined to be there, as he questioned her about his observation. Her smile seemed genuine, but the look in her eyes - he had to know.
 
Siesta worked hard to make sure that the clothes she was washing became clean as she had some small-talk with Hayato. She still couldn't hide the odd aura about her despite her focus on the task. She felt awful, and it translated into her voice. Once Hayato brought it up, she sighed and looked over at him with depression in her eyes. "My last relative died last week. I'm going to be leaving tomorrow to go to her burial." She continued to focus on her clothes, waiting a few seconds, then continued, "I won't be back for a week or so." She smeared a half-assed smile over her face and joked, "Don't get beat up again in the mean time."

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Yves opened her book to the page she left off on, wrapping the light-blue ribbon around her wrist as she did. The page displayed a circle with arrows pointing between blocks of ice, snowflakes, and various other types of frozen water. She read it intently until she heard a knock at the door. At first, she assumed that it was her familiar, so she lazily got up, marking the page of the book in her thumb, and walked over to the door while holding it in her hand. When she opened the door and discovered a servant standing there, she perked up a little and asked, "Yes?"

"A letter for you, Miss Tonnelier." He held out a letter sealed with the mark of her family, a star with a flower petal in the center.

She frowned as she looked at it, but nodded and took it from him. "Good job. You may take your leave." Yves then quickly closed the door and rushed over to the table. She immediately set her book down and started ripping the letter open. Within, she discovered a letter. She read through it rather quickly, and her frown deepened. That crumbling dirt lady... The letter addressed a rumor about how Foquet the Crumbling Dirt was going to target the university. The Tonnelier family head warned her that she should not get involved if the rumor turned out to be true.

"Be mindful, you are but an inkling mage. You may know some trick magic, but you have not demonstrated a basic capacity for any of the four elements. A mage as talented as Foquet is far beyond your abilities, so should she appear at the university, let the administration handle it and work on avoiding trouble."

It wasn't so much that she didn't agree with them. She wouldn't have tried to intervene even if her family told her to. But the tone that her family head adopted toward her ice magic was troubling. I guess I am here to learn the basics...but I'll have to explain myself eventually.....I'll keep it in mind, father.

Once the letter was read, she tore it up and tried using a few spells to destroy it. Once she was satisfied that the letter couldn't be pieced back together, she tossed the remains of the letter into a pile in her dresser and continued reading her book. Hopefully my binded idiot won't take it upon himself to become a bounty hunter too...

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Once Siesta was done with the laundry, she gathered it and stood up, looking over at Hayato. "Lunch is upcoming. You might want to return to your master before the bell rings." With this said, she left, laundry in hand, making her way back to the servants' quarters.
 
Hayato frowned lightly and shook his head. With Siesta leaving soon, he was disturbed about the news - and tried to offer her comfort. "Sorry to hear that." While that was the generic 'pity' response, he genuinely meant what he said, and eventually, he had to accept that Siesta was going - and that meant that he wouldn't have anyone to talk to for the meantime during his downtime. He couldn't help but chuckle back with her comment about getting beat up, and he responded smugly. "I won't, but I won't say for certain for my enemies." He then coughed a bit - grinning. "That sounded too edgy."

Once she was done with her task and Siesta reminding him about returning to his master, Hayato slowly rose to his feet - kicking his feet into motion and parting ways with Siesta, he proceeded back to Yves' quarters, going up the stairs leading to the halls. He located her door, and stood there - knocking on the door, eventually getting a response from her. He stepped in, and silently walked in, still keeping up with the quiet routine. While the silence was eating away at him, he knew that talking now wouldn't really get anywhere.

Lunch was soon, and he merely sat on his little haystack in the corner. The haystack was a bitch to fall asleep in, but it was his only 'private' area where he could be alone with his thoughts. With this, they both simply ignored each other - but not out of any hatred, at least at his part. He genuinely felt guilty about the events that transpired earlier with the red-haired Kirche, and he didn't know how to make it up to her, or if he could even make it up to her at all. He still remained seated, drowned in thought.
 
Yves was still reading intently as another person walked up to the door and knocked. She sighed, marking her page with her finger once again as she walked over to the door. She opened it reluctantly to see that her familiar was now standing in the door. She opened it and let him in, hiding her annoyance behind a blank expression, then closed and locked the door behind him. She then made her way back to her chair and continued to read the book for a few minutes, noting that the peasant sat on the haystack with a glance. At first, she wondered why he had bothered to return, but then she remembered: Oh right, lunch time is approaching.

She finished a few more pages before the warning bell for lunch rang, then marked the page with a ribbon and placed the book on the table as she rose from her chair. "Escort me. It's time for lunch." Her matter-of-fact tone had a slight sharpness to it, as if she was jabbing him with her words. She even offered him a serious glare as she went to unlock the door. The rest of their journey to the lunch hall wasn't especially noteworthy.

Once they got there, Yves talked with the other nobles once more, noting Foquet once again, but only briefly. Shortly after Foquet being noted, one of the nobles pointed out that a ceremony was quickly approaching. At this, Yves's face paled and she growled. The other nobles looked smugly at her and laughed at her response, and a few of them made condescending comments like, "Yeah, I can't wait to see the mess's display!" and "She'd be better off doing it herself!" Once they were done teasing her, lunch continued on uneventfully.

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Once Yves got back to her room, she told her familiar to sit in the chair at the table and she flopped down on the bed. She then watched him for a few seconds before starting to speak: "Have you heard of 'Foquet the Crumbling Dirt' peasant?"

She noted his response by clearing her throat, then continued, "Foquet is a master thief who turns fortifications to dirt and sand. She practically walks through metal and stone alike, even with powerful magic to protect it." She then glared at him, getting to the main point with emphasis. "There are rumors that she will be coming to this university to steal something. If that happens, I command you to not involve yourself with her. Stay away from her and make sure you stay alive." She sighed, then added, a bit more lazily, "You may have beat Guiche, but he only uses person-sized golems." She then leaned in closer, still speaking a bit lazily, and added with emphasis, "there are rumors that Foquet uses mountain-sized golems." She then focused in on him again and asked, "You understand what I'm getting at, peasant?"
 
The warning bell for lunch rang, and with her order he slowly stood up, tentatively standing as he heard her order. Her serious tone of voice, the slight sharpness to her words and her glare as they proceeded to leave the room did indicate that the both of them still had that strained connection with each other. Regardless, he silently escorted her down to the lunch hall. As usual, nothing really happened during their walk to the lunch hall.

Once they got there, Yves talked with the other nobles once more, and Hayato's prying ears were locked on what they were talking about. This Foquet guy has got everyone on their toes - but apparently there was some sort of ceremony approaching. Yves paled and ridicule was placed once more at her - their faces all smug and cocky. He didn't understand what they were talking about, but defending her was probably not in his best interests right now. He dutifully remained silent.
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Yves suddenly ordered him to sit on the chair, and while there were some weird little situations floating in his mind, he thought nothing of them and heard her out. Her gaze was kind of creepy - at least to him, but then she suddenly asked him about Foquet. "I think I heard him around." He responds.

She then proceeded to brief him on Foquet. Apparently a master thief that can walk through metal and stone walls and turn them into sand, and even with magical incantations or spells protecting said 'items', she still manages to break through the barriers like they were made of paper. He somewhat knew that she would ask him not to involve himself with Foquet, and explained the differences between Guiche and Foquet. Hearing her tell him about how she uses mountain-sized golems, he felt rather intimidated by that. Guiche was no more than a schoolboy, while Foquet - if what Yves says to be true - is a skilled and trained magician, with the ability to summon golems that would tower him ten times over. Regardless, he felt that while he could always stand down and behave, he felt that he needed something to prove that his training - however minimal it might be, might be able to stand up to this 'Foquet'. Maybe he can improve her reputation if her familiar manages to take down a thief of such a high standing.

"I understand. But..." He pauses. Lying to her was the only way he could keep her from stopping him. "...Never mind. I'll obey your orders, but if she's going to turn one of this room's walls into sand, I'm going to teach her a thing or two!" He responds to her, almost hinting how he wanted to fight her.
 
Yves watched the peasant respond, but frowned as she heard and watched the word, "but" flop out of his mouth. It was an ugly word. The context made it even uglier. She frowned and waited for his explanation, expecting him to give one. He then seemed to say that he'd obey her, and then his next words said the opposite. She groaned and gripped her temples with her hand. He's too stupid to even lie to me! How am I supposed to deal with this idiot!? "What disaster happened to cause you to be so daft? Did you even hear a single word I said?" She continued gripping her skull for a few more seconds, then gave up.

She rose with a stressed, upset expression, and stormed out of the room, mumbling, "yup...definitely suicidal...why don't I just kill myself first?..." in a heavily sarcastic tone as she slammed the door shut. As she walked through the hallway, she seemed to be talking to herself, increasing her voice until she yelled back, "...'ya filthy, stubborn mutt!!!" She continued pacing around outside for a few seconds, then violently opened the door, still gripping the handle as she glared at him for a few seconds. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she was ready to say something, but she didn't say anything, just stared through the peasant, as if thinking of something.

After enough time had passed that she felt awkward since she had nothing to say, she groaned and slammed the door shut again. With this done, she stormed out of the residential hall, ignoring the people around her as she mumbled to herself.

She walked around outside the walls of the university for awhile. She pulled out her wand and practiced forming ice on it, shot ice at random far-away objects and mumbled stuff under her breath. She also lept around like some sort of wannabe dancer every now and then, and even swung around her wand like a sword or a knife in an artsy way. Her university uniform was well-fitting enough to allow her to move around somewhat freely in it, but she remained vigilant, ensuring that she wasn't being watched.

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After about an hour, she felt that she had calmed down, and was more-or-less too exhausted to continue, so she walked back over to her room. When she reached the room, she slammed open the door and commanded her familiar to "Escort me!" She then went to her classes, using ice spells to cool herself off, then went to dinner, then went back to her room, where she read for the rest of the afternoon and evening until bedtime....
 
Hayato simply didn't think that her orders would get past him. He knew that he should at least do something - at least that's what he would think. Ever since he's landed in this strange world - whether it be a really long, convoluted dream or if he actually ended up here, his attitude has changed. Whether it be for the better, or for the worst, he knew that he was more stubborn - especially given his strange and rather weird powers. Were they even powers, or just an illusion of strength, he felt that it changed him, and his attitude towards Yves. Ego was making him more and more susceptible into deluding himself that he may stand a chance against Foquet.

As she suddenly rose to her feet and stormed out of the room and slammed the door - but weirdly coming back, then violently opened the door, still gripping the handle as she glared at him for a few seconds. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she was ready to say something, but she didn't say anything, just stared through the Hayato, as if thinking of something. But she immediately slammed the door again, probably to go somewhere else. He didn't really think hard about how she's been acting, but he was somewhat not in the mood - glad she left for a breather or something.

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He didn't bother to do anything aside from that. He decided to go for some well deserved rest, as he plopped down on the familiar warmth of hay sticking on his clothes and skin, as he shuts his eyes, hoping the grasp of sleep would pull him soon. Eventually, after a decent amount of time passed, he shot up as the sound of the door being violently opened and Yves' voice demanding him to escort her - he did so, and throughout the rest of the day, Hayato wasn't really up to anything. Sleeping, practicing more with his sword - all the typical day-to-day motions, with nothing deviating from his current 'ritual'.
 
Yves lept into the air, interrupting her pace by slamming a foot into the firm, dusty well-trodden path below. Dust flew up from around her foot as she launched herself into the air. She drew in a breath, clenching the muscles of her arms as she imagined the straw dummy from her hours back at her family mansion as she reached the peak of her trajectory. Then, suddenly, she took her glowing wand and swiped it downward in an elongated crescent, launching a frozen bead of sweat into the ground as she shifted her weight forwards. The image of the straw dummy vanished, and she opened her eyes, watching as the ground approached. She began overbalancing forwards on purpose, then deftly kicked a leg out to her side, spinning around immediately before landing. She continued her rotational momentum as she reached the ground and pulled her out-stretched leg back, causing her to spin another two times. As her spinning started to slow, she lept again and gracefully landed in a sort of half-crouched stance with her wand-holding hand at the ready, as if to stab forwards with it.

After this maneuver, she gritted her teeth and mumbled the words for a spell to cool off her skin, her skirt rebelliously shifting down as she stood back up. She angrily re-adjusted her skirt once she finished her spell, and walked with her "public" posture as she approached the entrance to the school. She entered back through the entryway and calmly walked back over to her dorm room. I think that helped a little... She couldn't say for sure. Each turn she took, each step she made, and each stair she climbed, another thought flew through her mind. She could surmise that her walk could've even made things worse for her.

Once she reached her room, she glared at the door and waited. She felt a bubbling sensation in her chest. Butterflies. Perfect. She swallowed her gut and, taking a deep breath, forced herself into the room. She slammed her foot into the ground and resolutely declared, "Escort me!" She stood there and waited for her peasant to comply, watching him stand suddenly and wobble over to her. Her stern, polished expression felt more like a mask or protective barrier as she pointed out of the room and said, "out! Hurry, classes will start soon!" After saying this, she quickly went over to the table in the middle of the room and grabbed her purse.

After the peasant complied, she walked out and closed the door behind herself. Her fatigue was evident as she fumbled to get her keys and close the door. She sighed after finally locking it and started walking on her way as she quickly hid the keys away in her pouch. Her expression shifted a little - from stern and polished to a sort of focus - the look one has before running a race or taking on a challenge. She didn't bother saying anything to her peasant, once again, but rather walked over to the room in which her classes were being held - just in time for the bell.

She took a seat and used her wand to cool herself down, but it didn't help much. She sighed as she looked around at her classmates. Watching their eyes dart away from her as she turned was more than enough evidence for her to know that the mouths hidden behind their hands were curled in creepy, stagnant grins as they mocked her, then switched to other topics of conversation as they looked away.

The tips of her sunbleached, blonde hair were sticking together due to her sweat. Parts of her clothes were the slightest bit damp with sweat. Her perfume outmatched the smell of her body with a minty, rose-like scent. Her eyes were covered with Her heart was still beating somewhat fast, so her anger flowed naturally. She grunted and pulled out her notebook, glaring at the podium that the teacher was supposed to be behind. He was late. No doubt these idiots are making as many puns as possible about my nickname as they can. She sighed as she set out her pen and ink well. The only people in the room who didn't look at her and chuckle immediately after were the group of boys that came for revenge against Hayato. Their eyes fixated on both Yves and Hayato, but with a sort of hesitance.

When the teacher walked into the room, Yves's eyes shifted over to her. For the rest of the class period, her eyes were on her paper, soaking in what the teacher said, writing down notes, and occasionally looking up. Only once did she look over to her familiar - a quick peak she made to see what he was doing at the moment. A mere moment after, there was no trace of this action, whether in her expression, notetaking, or thought process.

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Yves collapsed on her bed after getting back to her room after dinner. Three consecutive classes and a full meal...I shouldn't have walked around as much... She waited for a few minutes before sitting up and staring at her familiar. Something about the talking sword attracted her gaze. She glared at it. It responded. "Hey there lady, something wrong?" Without flinching, Yves relaxed her expression and sighed. "No you sentient sword. I just thought that I saw something." The sword sarcastically responded, "Uh huh. Yeah miss, I'm sure." She then leered over at him again, slightly angry, but only for a moment. She got back up, feeling rested, and walked over to her books. But as she sat down, a loud scream sounded from the courtyard, followed by a loud slam that slightly shook the ground of Yves's room.

The girl stared out the window, then glanced over at her peasant. She immediately knew what he'd try and whipped out her wand. With three quick words, "Niff, Bolt, Kai!" A bolt of liquid shot out of her wand, slamming into his foot where it lay. Instead of damaging him, when it hit, it covered his foot and froze immediately thereafter, momentarily freezing his foot in place. She then darted off of the chair, leaping over the bed and landing next to the window, she quickly shut the two flaps of the window and with another three words, "Ansu, Vekt, Qual!" and tapped it with her glowing wand. Ice quickly began to form over it, and she turned around, quickly pointing her hand with a wand towards her peasant.

"Do not leave this room if you value your life, peasant!" She commanded, her muscles tense and her wand glowing. The force of her gaze had behind it the full force of her weak stature and moderately nimble arm, but her expression had enough ferocity to account for a great many others. After her peasant paused for a moment, she continued, "I'd rather damage you myself than let you rush to your demise again." She spoke without her standard noble air. Her voice didn't quite have desperation so much as frustration and an unstable, uncertain intensity.
 
He was taking a bit of a break - feeling that he somehow deserved a rest. Taking his time to meditate, or at least enjoy the quiet while it lasted. He didn't notice Yves staring at him, of course - his eyes closed as he tried to clear his mind. While the task was fairly relaxing and therapeutic for him, his concentration was broken by a certain sentient sword broke the room's silence. He raised an eyelid, listening intently to the conversation between the sword and his mistress, Yves. It seemed like the sword just wanted some small talk, as he tried to get back into his meditative focus - blocking out almost all of the sound. Then, as he got into it, a loud scream sounded from the courtyard, followed by a loud slam that slightly shook the ground of Yves's room, causing him to flinch and cuss reflexively. "Shit!"

He knew he had to spring into action, but as if she could read his mind - she whipped out her wand and began chanting some sort of unrecognizable Harry Potter bullshit, and a bolt of liquid shot out of her wand, slamming into his foot where it lay. Instead of damaging him, when it hit, it covered his foot and froze immediately thereafter, momentarily freezing his foot in place. She then darted off of the chair, leaping over the bed and landing next to the window, she quickly shut the two flaps of the window and with another three words, and tapped it with her glowing wand. Ice quickly began to form over it, and she turned around, quickly pointing her hand with a wand towards her peasant.

He looked at her and saw her order him - with the ferocity of a stern and strict headmistress, as he didn't even bother to think about whether that was a mask to hide her weakness or not. He wasn't smug enough, and her voice simmered down - continuing with something that he wanted to tell her, but didn't have the stones to say. He struggled to escape the icy grasp from his foot, grasping the sentient blade as he looked at her. "Do you think I'll just sit here and watch you potentially die?! I won't let that happen! You might hate me, but I don't want you to get hurt!"
His desperation was clear in his voice, and in his heart - he knew that he would find a way to get out of these icy shackles to assist Yves, no matter what the cost may be.
 
"Do not leave this room if you value your life, peasant!" She commanded, her muscles tense and her wand glowing. The force of her gaze had behind it the full force of her weak stature and moderately nimble arm, but her expression had enough ferocity to account for a great many others. The peasant was still stuck in place due to the ice on his foot, but he was trying to tear his foot out of it's icy prison as he grabbed the hilt of his sword. She could only guess what he was going to try to do next. Deciding to continue trying to dissuade him, she continued, "I'd rather damage you myself than let you rush to your demise again." She spoke without her standard noble air. Her voice didn't quite have desperation so much as frustration and an unstable, uncertain intensity. But none of that seemed to matter as he responded.

She didn't know what it was about his words, but despite his ineloquence, she sensed some sort of change in the way he said it. She paused for a moment, mentally grasping at straws. He's probably right...there are other students out there who we could be helping... She frowned, her ferocity slightly diminished. She started walking over to the door, carefully making her way around him. As she walked, she kept staring at him, saying, "I already explained why I forbade you to involve yourself with this lady." A loud bashing noise was heard outside. It was attacking the central tower, but it wasn't too far from the tower they were in. She braced herself against the door, still pointing the wand at him. "The teachers can deal with her on their own. If the golem was after us, it wou-" She was interrupted by the sound of the wall being torn off.

As this happened, Yves's voice trailed off and her face went pale. The wall stood no chance against the giant amalgamation of rock and dirt that clawed it off. The golem had missed it's target and, having swung to far, skimmed the wall, tearing through the window and leaving a meter-wide gash in the wall, stretching beyond Yves's room and over to the rooms beside it as well. Yves's knees started shaking as she stared at the gash in the wall. It dawned on her: If I hadn't moved over here, I'd be dead. She swallowed her gut and, gritting her teeth, tried to maintain some semblance of calm. She quickly slashed her wand through the air, shouting, "metsu!" The ice that she had formed them immediately vanished. Seeing that the animated pile of earth and rocks had moved back over to the central tower, Yves ran over to the gash in the wall and pointed her wand at it - not to cast a spell, but merely to bring it to her familiar's attention, in case he hadn't noticed it already.

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On top of the giant earth golem was a single hooded figure, the likes of which was wearing a full black cloak and face mask. Not a single feature of the person could be identified other than the black clothes that it wore - not until the figure released a loud, cackling laugh. The wall of the central tower seemed all but impenitrable - even after all of the punches that the golem made against it, the stonework of the tower didn't budge. Seeing this, Yves decided that she'd try to do something, maybe hit the figure on top. Then at least she wouldn't cause as much needless destruction. But she was out of reach of Yves's ice orb spell, so Yves though she'd try some other spell. "Gleo, Multis, Hout." A large explosion erupted along the central tower, destroying a small portion of the golem, and tearing a hole in the wall of the central tower.

Yves's mouth dropped. She was horrified. Not only did her spell not work, something seemingly random happened instead. The figure laughed louder and the golem placed her inside of the hole that the explosion made. Yves crouched down along the broken wall and watched to see what would happen thereafter. She wiped a bit of sweat from her brow, but focused intently, trying to see what would happen. A minute or two passed, then the figure finally left the room, carrying a large box. The golem picked her up and marched over to the wall of the university. It deftly climbed over the wall, being large enough to reach up to the top of it, then ran over to the forest beyond the wall, sinking down into the ground shortly after reaching the forest.

After it was out of Yves's sight, she sighed and stood up. "There, see? It got what it wanted and left. Though I wonder how that happened..." She stared down at her wand for a second, then placed it in its holster and gingerly walked over to the bed. She brushed some of the rubble off of it, then sat down on it, still staring out at the courtyard as more and more students started to gather to see what had happened.
 
At least they finally reached an agreement - and she started walking over to the door, carefully making her way around him. As she walked, she kept staring at him, as Hayato refused to break eye contact with her. A loud bashing noise was heard outside. It was attacking the central tower, but it wasn't too far from the tower they were in. As she continued speaking - a sudden loud crashing noise broke her speech, as the entire wall tore off. He flinched, and visibly so, as he saw a giant clump of rock sweep through the wall, crumbling and taking out that section of wall easily. Hayato nearly fell down, if only for his foor being stuck and encased in ice, he would have fallen flat to the the floor.

The golem had missed it's target and, having swung to far, skimmed the wall, tearing through the window and leaving a meter-wide gash in the wall, stretching beyond Yves's room and over to the rooms beside it as well. His reaction to the wall being torn was nearly similar to Yves, as he watched that massive golem cleanly tear through a wall without much effort. The crashing sound and the menacing looking rocky beast looming right there caused his stomach to knot. He rushed to Yves' side, but he realized there was nothing he could do. "Yves! I... I want to help you!" Hayato's nervous tone of voice and his stuttering really showcased his fear. He couldn't possibly try to attack this golem, could he? This may be the end if he really had to face that thing.

He tried his best, while occasionally taking a glance at Yves. He took a better look at the golem while hacking and stabbing away, as he managed to see a long, hooded figure, wearing a full black cloak and face mask. So this was the legendary thief. Less than a sneaky bastard and more of a 'brute force' person, by the looks of things. Then, she released a loud cackle - probably in amusement at how she was crushing things left and right with her pet golem - with nobody daring to oppose her.

Regardless, Yves grabbed her wand - and she started to cast another spell, he flinched as a large explosion erupted along the central tower, destroying a small portion of the golem, and tearing a hole in the wall of the central tower. It became clear that for some reason, either she missed her spell, or it just didn't work. As the wall of the central tower was torn due to that spell, that seemed to be her strongest spell - and yet it didn't work.

The figure laughed louder and the golem placed her inside of the hole that the explosion made. Hayato kept his eyes peeled on what's going to happen next. Did she really plan on having that hole there, so she could go inside the main tower? A minute or two passed, then the figure finally left the room, carrying a large box. The golem picked her up and marched over to the wall of the university. It deftly climbed over the wall, being large enough to reach up to the top of it, then ran over to the forest beyond the wall, sinking down into the ground shortly after reaching the forest.

Hayato sighed and simply stood there - hissing at how cold his foot was. As he sauntered onto his haystack and removing his shoes and his socks - to avoid his foot dying, he continually looked at Yves and breathed softly. "Well... I mean. I'm not that stupid to face that hulking rock. Did you... intentionally miss that spell?" He asked, curious to hear her reaction.
 
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As this happened, Yves's voice trailed off and her face went pale. The wall stood no chance against the giant amalgamation of rock and dirt that clawed it off. The golem had missed it's target and, having swung to far, skimmed the wall, tearing through the window and leaving a meter-wide gash in the wall, stretching beyond Yves's room and over to the rooms beside it as well. Yves's knees started shaking as she stared at the gash in the wall. It dawned on her: If I hadn't moved over here, I'd be dead. She swallowed her gut and, gritting her teeth, tried to maintain some semblance of calm. She quickly slashed her wand through the air, shouting, "metsu!" The ice that she had formed them immediately vanished. Seeing that the animated pile of earth and rocks had moved back over to the central tower, Yves ran over to the gash in the wall to get a better look at the golem.

She was too captivated by the giant thing to look over at her familiar as he spoke. She was standing, but her knees were still shaking as she listened to what he had to say. Her head was starting to feel slightly light, and she felt a cold sweat. It definitely wasn't the kind of "coldness" that she liked. She was slightly reassured by his words - at least he was in the right mindset now - but she was currently too focused on trying to figure out what she could do to try and tell him how he could help her.

On top of the giant earth golem was a single hooded figure, the likes of which was wearing a full black cloak and face mask. Not a single feature of the person could be identified other than the black clothes that it wore - not until the figure released a loud, cackling laugh. The wall of the central tower seemed all but impenetrable - even after all of the punches that the golem made against it, the stonework of the tower didn't budge. Seeing this, Yves decided that she'd try to do something, maybe hit the figure on top. Then at least she wouldn't cause as much needless destruction. But she was out of reach of Yves's ice orb spell, so Yves though she'd try some other spell. "Gleo, Multis, Hout." A large explosion erupted along the central tower, destroying a small portion of the golem, and tearing a hole in the wall of the central tower.

Yves's mouth dropped. She was horrified. Not only did her spell not work, something seemingly random happened instead. The figure laughed louder and the golem placed her inside of the hole that the explosion made. Yves crouched down along the broken wall and watched to see what would happen thereafter. She wiped a bit of sweat from her brow, but focused intently, trying to see what would happen. A minute or two passed, then the figure finally left the room, carrying a large box. The golem picked her up and marched over to the wall of the university. It deftly climbed over the wall, being large enough to reach up to the top of it, then ran over to the forest beyond the wall, sinking down into the ground shortly after reaching the forest.

After it was out of Yves's sight, she sighed and stood up. "There, see? It got what it wanted and left. Though I wonder how that happened..." She stared down at her wand for a second, then placed it in its holster and gingerly walked over to the bed. She brushed some of the rubble off of it, then sat down on it, still staring out at the courtyard as more and more students started to gather to see what had happened. Most of them were shuffling around cautiously. Debris from the hole in the central tower were still precariously falling down, so the students made sure to stay clear of the tower. But the teachers were levitating themselves over to the hole and analyzing what had happened. One of the stones on the wall of Yves's room that had been tottering in place precariously finally fell out of place a few seconds after she sat down. The rooms around her were both empty, or their occupants were dead. Yves glared at the rock that fell. It might as well had been part of the golem.

But her reaction to the rock was interrupted by the peasant. She turned to look at him as he started to speak, observing that he was still clutching his foot. She was sure that she hadn't frozen him at all, but as sure as she was, he seemed to be fairly concerned about his foot. After hearing his question, she raised an eyebrow with a peeved expression. "I know, I know...I messed up again." She groaned and rolled her eyes as she turned back to observe the students in the courtyard again. "Of course I didn't miss on purpose, you dolt. That just...happens." She deflated as she said this, and reluctantly continued, "Sometimes my spells just fail and explode...that's why people call me mess."

But soon after saying that, she saw teachers starting to lead a few students into the tower. Quickly thereafter, she turned around and walked around the bed to her familiar. Should I bring him along? She thought for a moment, but determined that allowing him to go running off after Foquet would be worse than forcing him to attend a meeting. So, with that thought, she commanded him to "Get up. There's bound to be a meeting after something like that, and I'm obligated to go to it." She then glanced over at the wall with hesitance and unease, and opened the door. Once her familiar was at her side, she left and walked over to the central tower with him.

...

The room that she walked into was full of students and teachers who were about ready to freak out. Yves was thoroughly unamused by the situation and wore the most impatient and annoyed expression she could possibly pull off naturally as she found a place for herself and her familiar. Only 20 people stood in the meeting place, a plain room that functioned as the headmaster's workplace. Among the 20 people were 7 teachers, 2 messengers, and 11 students. Yves tried to find a spot that was at least somewhat away from Zerbst, but based on how the people positioned themselves, she was forced to stand in the same row as her. The headmaster, a teacher, and two messengers stood closest to the headmaster's desk on one side of the room, and Yves was opposite of them. The people stood in a rectangular formation, and Yves gestured for her familiar to stand away from the rectangle, over by the wall, so as to not intrude in the meeting.

The Headmaster started the meeting by seeking advice from the teachers about what to do about the stolen property. A few suggested sending the messengers to the royal palace of Tristain, but others argued that it'd be too slow because, in the time that the request would be processed by the bureaucracy, Foquet would get away. The headmaster decided that, "for the moment, it'd be best to send a group after Foquet, to surprise her, and to take the item that she stole - the Staff of Destruction - back to the university. If it were to fall into the wrong hands, it would spell disaster. Now then, who is prepared for the challenge?"

There was a pause. No one volunteered. Yves had to fight the urge to grin. Of course no one would volunteer for that. You'd have to be... A thought shot to her head and she fought the urge to look back. She gritted her teeth. Damnit, I shouldn't have brought him. What was I thinking?

The headmaster, seeing that no one responded, continued, "So none of you wish to gain fame and honor by defeating Foquet?"...
 
"Well... if you were a 'mess', then I'm a disaster, then." He breathes deeply, his eyes showing concern at how deflated she sounded, and why people occasionally call her 'mess'. He continued to sit on the bed, eventually feeling the shivering cold die down a little bit - massaging his foot gently with his free hand, sheathing his blade and eventually placing his sock in his foot. As he was placing his foot back into his shoe, he gingerly stood up after the command from Yves, stretching a bit. Sticking by her side, they immediately left to the tower.
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The room they entered resembled more of an evacuation center, all filled with people - presumably students and teachers trying to get a grip. Chatter was abound - and rather crowded. Yves and Hayato made their way into the meeting place. While Yves might have recognized most of these people, mostly Hayato didn't really see much of them to be able to remember anything significant about them. Of course, he made brief eye contact with Zerbst, but simply stood beside Yves as they stood in the headmaster's workplace. But as Yves shooed him away from the meeting, he backed off - sticking to the wall and basically and idly listening in on what this 'meeting' would entail.

They were discussing the logical course of action. Exchanging ideas between the headmaster and the teachers, they thought of reporting the stolen property to the royal palace of Tristain via messenger, but a few disagreed, saying that it would be too slow, and time was of the essence if they wanted Foquet to not get away with the theft. The next few words by the headmaster would pique Hayato's interest.

"For the moment, it'd be best to send a group after Foquet, to surprise her, and to take the item that she stole - the Staff of Destruction - back to the university. If it were to fall into the wrong hands, it would spell disaster. Now then, who is prepared for the challenge?"

Hayato noticed that none of them were so excited to face Foquet. Aren't they all capable wizards? He waited for a response, tapping his foot lightly before he stepped up to the plate, approaching the group of people and spoke, with a serious tone.

"I would like to volunteer." He said, smiling at the prospect of gaining fame and honor. Maybe they'll respect him, and maybe Yves. Maybe. That is, if he survives this encounter.
 
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