#oracleabuser

Belatedly, he started to think he recognized that girl. Looking over at her confirmed it --- but only that he knew her from long ago. He could barely recall the meeting.

“...Have we met?” he asked her, tempted to avoid it. Another Long Ago meeting had ended horribly.

“You know . . . The point is to actually collect the pearls, right?” He watches as the girl determined, but nothing else really attempts to win this silly little game again. Of course, he had already scored max points in his own attempts. Easy prizes, albeit nothing to use them on - currently.

Again, under thirty points, and again without anyone asking he gives his commentary.

“This game is just impossible!”

Threo grumbled, but nevertheless handed her ‘tellofone’ back to the stall owner for another go. It had looked like a tasty food stall, but apparently you had to catch the fish first. They weren’t even that big, but it was a matter of pride now. She had to catch some goldfish or die trying.

Another paper scoop, another try. The game seemed simple enough, but these little paper scoops just weren’t strong enough to withstand Threo’s awesome power. A single swipe tore the paper, again, and again, and again.

“How does anyone win this? Why can’t I just use my hands? This sucks!”

Still, she let the vendor scan her tellofone again. She didn’t even want a fish anymore, but it was a matter or pride at this point.

I’m only doing what’s best for the island!

Oh. Is it some kinda ancient evil? A dark lord?

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Fuuka!

You’ll be housed in CONDO 439.

You will retain everything you were given previously.

As you were removed during an activity check you have one week to make three ic posts, else you will be considered inactive once more.

It was a surprise to receive a message from Fuuka asking to spend the third day of the festival together. Normally he would expect a call, but it would seem this time has caused many to be more comfortable with texting instead. Not that he was complaining, but it was a difference to him. He was glad to hear from her again, as she was his only real lifeline to home, So of course the boy said yes to her, and the duo set up a time in mind. 

Minato was the second one to arrive, but he was used to this by now. After waking up and throwing on something somewhat fashionable (and warm) the boy was only two minutes late. It was a miracle he could get anywhere on time! Thankfully the festival was in his district, so getting to the meeting location wasn’t too difficult.

Oh! He’s not. He’s very ugly and very stupid.

It’s the worst evil! His name is Kumagawa.