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Post by azureentity on Aug 29, 2023 2:05:30 GMT
It was a little after noon on a somewhat clear day in London, Ritsuka marched straight past her fellow peers. She had another girl with short blonde hair trailing after her, trying to keep her head down. "Ritsuka, are you sure this is a good idea?" Her companion asked, slightly concerned for Ritsuka's safety, having described this place as being pit of vipers. Ritsuka paused for a moment, then shook her head to continue forward. "Nah its fine. If anyone gives us trouble you can punch them in face... or give em a clothesline to the jugular." Ritsuka smiled as she punched a fist into an open palm, both hands noticeably gloved. The blonde girl sighed and shook her head. "So why are we going to meet your uh... Senpai?" She asked. Ritsuka beamed. "Well because... I kinda started the journey by letting Catherine know... so... figure I should at least show her the results?" Ritsuka shrugged. Character Text Colors (Ignore) Jeanne: e6e019
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Post by Bixir on Sept 5, 2023 1:04:33 GMT
The office of Catherine Blake was busy.
Norwhich - that is to say, the Department of Modern Magecraft, sometimes referred to as the Twelfth - was a dizzying sight, for reasons that depended on your view of the department and its eccentric heads. And they were indeed eccentric. Though Catherine Blake was herself not among the privileged elite of the Twelfth, she was a known element all the same. And as it went in all forms of academia, those who were known were the first to be given the work. Not work of merit, mind you. The paperwork. She hadn't been busy with anything of substance for months. Longer, probably. Time became more of a suggestion than a undamental thing within bureaucratic mire.
Another knock on her door. An exasperated sigh forced itself out of Catherine. She had reached that point of the day where she stopped trying to hide her exhaustion. Whoever it was would have to deal with her current state. "Come in."
Catherine did not look up at first when the door was promptly, quickly opened. She needed to... finish... annotating... there. When she did look up, the pang of dread on her face was immediate. She lowered her brow, with an expression that was rather common on the Dean of Norwich: professional consternation. She gingerly motioned for Ritsuka and her... companion? to come inside, and quickly. The noise from outside was an unwelcome reminder of what the rest of her afternoon had in store.
She folded her arms on her desk, doing her best to put on a brave face. Not much changed. "Ritsuka... might I know the nature of your visit? You know this isn't my office hours..." Her eyes drifted to the blonde girl beside her. She didn't look like she belonged. "Who is your friend?"
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Post by azureentity on Sept 5, 2023 1:34:00 GMT
Ritsuka bounced with every step as she pulled her companion into the room, before firmly closing the door behind her, leering at some of the onlookers until it clicked. She then came about face, nearly dragging the poor blonde into the wall before marching up to Catherine, her face wide and beaming. "So I followed your advice about that thing we talked about... and uh here she is." Ritsuka said as she more or less pulled the blonde girl front and center to be inspected. "Is this entirely necessary?" She asked, looking at Ritsuka only to be off put by the girl's excitement and a gentle poke. "Very well..." The blonde girl composed herself, respectfully facing Catherine and looking her in the eyes. "Ritsuka has told me how much you mean to her Ms Blake." The girl said before giving a slight bow of courtesy. "I am Ritsuka's servant, Saber..." The girl said, then looking back at Ritsuka who had now gone rigid as a board and plain faced. Her own expression became one of concern... wasn't this what she was supposed to say?
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