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.....Wow. WOW.

Well, I know what's going to be haunting my nightmares tonight!! Thanks.

...I wonder how she moves around to see where she's going. Mysterious hellpower? Whatever makes her turn up behind you exactly when someone's broken a rule?

This is so scary to contemplate, uwah...

....?!

Aah, that's really cool, you know...? But so dangerous! If he fell, he'd probably break his neck, you know? It's not worth it, even if you're late to class, or whatever.

Anyway, there's definitely something about that guy. He's not in Ume, right? But I heard the Ume Dorm Head was asking him something and it sounded kind of suspicious. To be fair, you can never see her eyes, so she's also kind of suspicious.

Has anyone got some more information for me?

With this particular lunch break of the school seeming most assuredly quite long indeed, Laurent had eventually left the school library after meeting that...most interesting teacher, and was now placidly sitting near the curious Otsukimi Pond, which he'd heard about but never visited. Apparently, rumors were high there was a pond spirit there, and of course, such a fascinating rumor as that, he simply had to check the truth of. Upon arriving, the scenery was - as with everything else in the school - very picturesque, and everything seemed quite peaceful here.

Ah, it seemed like quite a few people passed by the place or sat here, too, and he could indeed see why. It was so calming - a sense of peacefulness. There was a small shrine for the supposed pond spirit, as well, and Laurent paused to reach in his pockets and leave a shiny, nice apple there.

Though he watched the apple constantly, not once taking his eyes off it, it seemed that....at the moment, the pond spirit was shy and not wishing to talk. "Don't be afraid. I simply wish to talk to you and learn more about you...mind, this could be a rumor and I'm just talking to myself, but I mean no harm." Though he spoke softly, still no sign.

Continuing his patient watch of the apple in silence, eventually, Laurent felt like...he himself was being watched, and paused to turn, gaze locking on...a cloaked stranger. Hm. There'd been the son of the detective, Minaho - and now this person. Two people who observed right back as he watched everyone he could of the school - and so, Laurent simply stared right back, his bad lens glare and all.

"...Did you come here to pay respects for the pond spirit, as well?"

        Why wasn't it working?  He was sure all of the wires and components were all in their right places.  This hadn't happened the last time, so why was it happening now?  Itona was trying to build a new version of an old project, the Itona I.  It was a small tank, around the size of a small car, fitted with a camera, and controlled electronically.  It had worked, until it was destroyed by a weasel.  Since that incident, Itona hadn't tried to make another, until now.  He was inside a school, he could make it a project for one of his classes.  Well, that was the plan, until the model had decided not to work.

Today was the day Hidenori learned how to use a technologically advanced computer. Why? Because the trash he had now couldn't run World of Dungeons & Dragons, the hottest MMO right now. What was wrong? Probably the fact he had a million viruses on his laptop now and he didn't know how he got them. No. Checking his browser history wouldn't reveal a thing. Don't even check. 

So, being the educated student he was, he went to the computer engineering classroom, laptop closed and held close to his chest. The door was open she he took that as an invitation to simply enter. 

    ◄〖☆〗► She couldn't have felt any more comfortable - surrounded by computers and devices she was accustomed to since birth; the orange hues of the sunset falling into the classroom forming silhouettes of weird shapes. Seated inside a chair and ear phones plugged in, the only noise Nanami was able to hear were the 8-bit music of her game. The gamer would have remained here forever (only if that was possible, of course) - most of the objects and materials present reminding her of her father's work place, the nostalgia triggering memory refusing to leave her mind.

    Beep. Boop. Beep. Boop. BEEP-BOOP-BEEP! Letters indicating her victory formed a content smile on her face. For a small pause, her focus shifted briefly towards the scenery outside the large windows of the classroom. This was her home now. Although it's been difficult to navigate around so far, she was lucky to find this classroom. It was remotely packed with the devices she'd wish she could put into her dorm - this place could be considered a sanctuary. It was nice, and- THUD! Glancing over the chair, she pulled out an earphone, her questioning gaze setting on the stranger she couldn't recognize.