#fortuity

The prophecy must be fulfilled

YELLOW FOUR!

Glory be! Praise be! Blessed be!

He lives! He loves! He is the favourite of all!

All is right with the world, the yellow Four is upon us!

Zola, I am spamming the sparkle cry emoji at you

💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛

“It does live up to its name huh?”  You dryly muttered looking up the cracking ceiling, a drip of eerily colored liquid splattered on Grim. Grim sheriked back at the unwanted intrusion now soaking his matted coal fur, “Hey human! Do something about this! Fwahh! My fur is going to be hideous! The great Grim can’t look like a slob in front of the students of Night Raven College!”

“What really!? I thought it was really charming!” Yuuken poured a cup of jasmine tea ignoring Grim, courtesy of Ace stealing it from his Heartslabyul kitchen and handing it to Yuuken, calling them “even”. Lord knows how Ace would be able to make it through the month without an expulsion.

“That’s only because you’re the henchman. If you were the Great Grim you wouldn’t settle for this hideous broom closet!” Grim evaporated off the unknown spatter with a jet of fire from his nose. You stop yourself from asking why he would need someone to clean himself off if he could by himself, but stop mid sentence.

“I wonder if it was named Ramshackle before or after this… Besides that, are there any other abandoned dorms?” you rap your nails on the wiped off wood table.

Yuuken shrugged his broad shoulders, he leaned back to enjoy the uncomfortable accommodations, “That’s really interesting actually! I can’t really imagine this place being “Ramshackle” though. It does have a charm to it like the headmaster said!”

“...”

“Well anyways, I came here to discuss something with you,” You cleared your throat as an exit to the current topic, “You mentioned how you were from a different world? I want to help you with finding a way back.”

The fellow outlander eagerly nodded, “Deuce actually said he would help me, but more help is also appreciated!”

He chuckles. The chance of using Yuuken as a mask to conceal your home world, but using the excuse of helping him while researching would be too good of an opportunity to pass up, you lift up sipping the jasmine tea, pinky out, the way Vil had stubbornly insisted you all do. You recall the sight like a hissing vulture, though Jean would solemnly disagree. He might have been an undignified avifauna, but he would rip his hair out before you gave him the satisfaction of watching you fail his “improvement course.”

“No worries, I can take care of myself.”

He tried to stop you from proceeding, but gave up after you walked out the front door, mind made up.

“Mpgh!” you fumbled back in. Although in a less graceful fashion, having been slammed into the fridge door by a familiar head of red.

He looks up at your wincing figure, “Well done eagled eyed.” you grumbled, rubbing your head.

“At least I’m better than that tyrant dorm leader!” he angrily stood up, pointing at his neck. A red and black collar surrounded by gold. He looked like a cat who had it’s tail trampled

“How did you get that?” Yuuken asked curiously, looking amazed, yet keeping that signature calm composure of his. Grim at long made his way to the now cleaned bedroom to nap.

“Gah!” Ace started tearing at his hair, “The damned dorm leader gave me it.”

“No, no,” The non magical swordsman waved his hand signalling to go back, “I mean how did you receive it in the first place?”

“I ate a tart.” Ace replied nonchalantly.

You give a double take to Ace, “Come again?”

“I said what I said.”

Ace plopped himself on the mended velvet couch, helping himself to your unemptied tea cup.

“Is there anymore to that?” Yuuken crossed his arms in a more paternal fashion.

“Jeez dad. I turned in my homework okay?” The crumbs spilled over his crumpled blazer. Dry scone bits deepened his rather careless delinquent look.

“Ace.”

“Yuuken.” Ace stared into Yuuken’s grey eyes as he was stared down upon.

He propped his left arms across the throw pillow and crossed his right leg over his left, “Well you know that big adventure we had before and that “If you give up on your ambition” speech you gave?” He didn’t spare you a glance while your face flushed in relative embarrassment. “Well I got hungry when I returned to the dorm so I went to the kitchen and I found a tart in the fridge. There were three! Three whole tarts, I remind you! So…”

“So you snatched one instead of going to a senior. Isn’t it the responsibility of a dorm to feed their students? I don’t think they have the power to deny you anyways” Ace took a nasty glare at you.

“Well that isn’t the full story! This… short mushr- strawberry tyrant loomed over me like a freaking shadow and went “Laws of the Queen of Hearts number 972,” or whatever and collared me!”

“You’re both in the wrong.” A high pitched voice declared over you like a king echoing over his fervent subjects.

“I think that freaking dorm leader went way too far.” Ace argued his case.

“Grim’s right. Taking away someone’s magic is an unprecedented act that should never be used for anyone, but you shouldn’t have stolen.” you echo, greeting Grim.

Yuuken had been previously standing behind you all this time, but now he was standing with his arms on his hips, “Apologize,” Ace started to draft in and stood up but was hushed over, “You stole something. Go back and apologize.”

Ace looked like he was going to weigh back in, but reluctantly sighed and threw himself back on the couch, “Fine, but you’re coming with me since it was your idea.”

“Deal.”

If a Springer enemy bites you, there is little to no reason to panic. It’s venom is a weak agent that will only cause headaches and nausea for a few hours to a couple of days. Springer enemies prefer to stun and run over staying and fighting. This manner, however, does not apply to the queen of the cluster. The queen is 50x the size of the average Springer, are hyper aggressive, and if a queens bite is not cured within the first 1-2 hours of the bite the victim will die an excruciating death. Those attacked by the queen and are no where near civilization or with a healer, most usually take fate into their own hands. Or the queen does, by eating the victim.