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■-■ <span class="mu-i">Erika Kruppman</span> ■-■
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Random Event Rolls: 95, 11, 51, 87, 13, 74, 58, 43, 30
Happens?: 95 (No)
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--Polytechnic School Manuel Belgrano--
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>>Erika of course would join them, not out of her own free will, she would never admit that, but because some things just have to happen and she is too smart to fall for some oedipian trap in which what one runs from ends up in their path. No, Erika will satiate the mob and perform the rain ritual like the god-queen of Polytechnic School Manuel Belgrano that she is... and yet this is her second-last year among the students whom she tolerated all this time, someone has to keep the tradition even after she ascends from the scholar realm. She needs to find a successor.
<span class="mu-s">F</span>inally looking away from the window, Erika is startled to find Catarina simply staring at her. Who laughs, unhinged as usual. Apparently, Erika’s vacant stare as she’s lost in thought is somewhat interesting. At least to the bimbo. The Student Council President simply walks away. Not slapping Catarina across the face is what she considers a fair trade for her services. The girl simply follows her, giddily.
When she asks Erika again, the girl wearing glasses says ‘fine’, making admirable effort to inject the least amount of emotion possible in the word: she will attend the rain ritual. The way she called it prompted yet more strident laughter from the other, but it was intentional. Even just a month later, Erika was already considering it an outdated, primitive tradition.
Although eerily comfortable.
