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Schedules? You have some too, and you should really get moving as she said. Who knows how patient those ‘journalists’ are. You ponder, as the petite form of your peculiar ‘friend’ disappears entirely into the Southern wing high above. Whatever Jaq meant in her absentminded rambling you will have to ponder on the road. At least she sounded sincere when she promised to take care of herself.
Still a little anxious, you step away from the staircase and return to the doors. Your brown eyes meet with Your Cat’s pale, pupilless whites as They evidently moved on from rubbing to forceful scratching at the wooden surface with its front paws. “Time to get a move on, right, kitty? And you won't trick me. I know you cats can phase through solid objects.” You muse, finally leaving your workplace, but not before turning one last time.
Above, peering from behind the foremost bookshelf, a pair of azure eyes furtively scans your every move. Caught, they hide in a string of gold-tinged hair... Weird, even for Jaq.
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Retrieving your illegal stuff was relatively easy. With the library right at the edge of the ‘legal zone’, the Bunker is almost a mere stone toss away, and by extension the abandoned classroom where you left everything you would prefer not to be seen with. The new rules hold fast – as a guard stood in the hallways and demanded a permit. Thankfully Jaq Gave you one, so you had no issue. So much so the guard didn’t even bother to listen to your cover up story and just pushed you past him. Rude. She didn’t even pet Cat Don Fluffles who enjoyed jumping over their ignorant head.
From there it was up to the races. The ‘illegal’ parts of the school, as usual, were dead empty, with matting paint, crude graffiti and the rays of the evening sun breaking through the grated, reinforced windows to keep you two company. At least the rays make for a fine light show when combined with Your Cat sleek, mirror-like ‘fur’. Perhaps, it's for the best, given the fate of the previous students. You wouldn’t want to risk Don’s safety, of course, since you are responsible for Their well-being
But the 'Sugoi' ended when you reached the classroom’s hidden stash. There is everything you left; nothing’s lost, yet you might have just overestimated your value. The journalists wanted proof of your loyalty and reliability... but can a bunch of greenish, loaded dice; or some, arguably quite pretty, but still mere pendant be assumed to be ‘proof’ of anything, especially reliability?
You know you can do better than that, but would they understand? Would they listen? Perhaps they would, but they could just laugh you off and move on to someone else as well. That woman sounded like she had a short fuse too... No, you better get something of actual value first, rather than waste precious time explaining yourself for nothing.
With that in mind, you – now fully armed - and Your Dearest Cat have but one destination, thankfully it's so close: The Bunker.