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> [Some Choices exist only for Ourselves]
With a steady gait you join in with other students. Together, you pass several guards - armed guards. If not for their presence, all of this might have passed for a normal school. Like one you attended before.
Assuming mere glimpses you have of it are to be trusted... And minus the whole crossdressing thing.
Soon, you stand in a queue to enter the classroom. Angelina and Mikhail (Mika?) are already here, but Jaq is still nowhere to be found. Shrugging, you enter and sit down.
Today's first lesson - Ms. Brüngger's Sexual Education.
Delivering on her promise, she expands on the whole "compartmentalization"; it's ins and outs. When theoretical part is over, she gets up and to check students's creations.
To get it over with, you volunteer to go first and describe your tropical Island and it's sunny beaches... Of course, you take the liberty in omitting the more particular events that happened there, and it's multiple denizens. Weird dreams, all of it.
Ms. Brüngger proudly claps, but tells you to express yourself through it more vividly. It's your assignment for the next class... Great.
Once she moves on, you furtively glance around the class. Confirming others to be distracted, and that Jaq is still absent, you pull out the papers "O" gave you.
First is the note. The handwriting is elegant - ostentatiously so, with tiny hearts above 'i' and gently flowing lines.
[i:lit]Dear Aki, this note is for your eyes only. Memorize it; eat it afterwards. As you undoubtedly know, this place is full of abnormal Shinies. If you find anything 'out-of-ordinary', COME and bring it TO ME!!! We will discuss the rewards IN PERSON. You can come anytime. Actually, scratch that, come only IN THE MORNING. Preferably ALONE.
Happy Shinie hunting!
Yours truly "O"<3.[/i:lit]
What a stylistically inconsistent note. What's so damning about it to warrant disposing of the evidence? Omnia has a massive stash... And it just so happens that you should go Bunker Diving to reach Se-young anyways.
Then Angelina stands straight, pulling you out of your pondering. She softly clears her throat and proclaims her safe space to be garden. A moonlit garden. For sometime she gushes over the moon's reflection's in the ponds, stone gateways, flowing vines, and gleaming galaxies overhead. Yet, most importantly, of the colorful, blooming flowers she tenderly looks after; each named after every student of the school.
Probably includes you as well. Charming..?
...Well, it's something. Seems she didn't change at all; there's unseemly comfort in that. So much so that most of thr class claps alongside the Ms. Brüngger.
With nothing better to do while other students explain their - much less impressive, you might add - safe spaces, you surreptitiously get back to the documents.
