[Event Post]

[frozenperdition]

You can find Renat on the beach of DA, looking over his near perfect scores in his classes on his tablet and sometimes going over to a bank account, hrrming. Staring towards Domino proper, and then back at it. There's a scheme in the air around him.

"... wasn't I supposed to be doing something other than making money and grades though...?"

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[mychimeracalromance]

::Fanning leaf at you, Renat.::

Were you?

[likesand_inaglass]

*going to the beach, and then...

He stares.*

Wow, you're still alive?

[frozenperdition]

A stare back.

"... I could say the same for you!"

[frozenperdition]

"Something important, like. Real important."

[mychimeracalromance]

Is there anything more important than fame and fortune and respect, though, Boss?

[likesand_inaglass]

Sand disease is very recoverable, it just likes to strike at a moment's notice for me.

*very good poker face.*

[frozenperdition]

"... I dunno. Probably not."

He hrms, scratching at his cheek. Friendship? Nah. Card games? He's good on that front too.

"... power maybe?"

[mychimeracalromance]

Power's good.

But I think between me, you and Rekka, we've kind of got Power going for us?

::Fanning pretty rhythmically.::

[frozenperdition]

"Yeah? I guess. Does that mean you're gonna just fall apart any second on me, like when were gonna go to the abandoned dorm?"

He leans forward.

... wait.

... waitasecond.



"OH SHIT"

[likesand_inaglass]

*leans back slightly*

What? Why the yelling?

[frozenperdition]

He nods.

"I mean, yeah, we're doing good for teenagers. Hell, for most of the petty criminals in this town. But... Eh, it's probably nothing. We can try and get into the mystical shit later."

[frozenperdition]

"I HAD SOMETHING TO DO

I WAS SUPPOSED TO FIX A GHOST AND FIGHT DEMONS

AND MEET MY BIRTHFATHER WHO WOULD TEACH ME HOW TO EAT GHOSTS OR SOMETHING

I'VE WASTED HALF A YEAR OF MY LIFE FOR TEMPORARY MORTAL POWER WHEN I COULD HAVE BECOME THE DEMON KING OF THE SIXTH HELL DIMENSION OR SOMETHING"

[mychimeracalromance]

...

Mystical shit? Why would you want to get into mystical shit.

Isn't that the Occult Club's racket at the school?

[frozenperdition]

"... Do they do anything besides just kiss each other though? I'm pretty sure they're not doing anything besides that."

[likesand_inaglass]

*he listens to this for a moment, and then...*

Yeah, it sounds like you made a boneheaded move, to me.

[frozenperdition]

"You're promoted to my head lackey.

Oh jeez, has anyone weird appeared? Oh no, and then that cabbage dude disappeared and I haven't dueled in months outside of classes and..."

Deep breath.

"I got work to do. ... where the hell's my loud half-sister been anyway?"

[likesand_inaglass]

*I'm not a lackey, I'm a-- oh, whatever*

Honestly, I haven't heard her yelling in a while. But I've been more focused on personal existential crisis than what she's been doing.

As for anyone weird... there's that guy that's been making the history teacher really frustrated, but I think that's it...?

[frozenperdition]

He types furiously into his tablet.

"I need to burst into their office then. ... also, fair.

... what's going on with you then?"

[likesand_inaglass]

My life might be a lie, impending mortality, things like that, don't worry.

*no that sounds like things that definitely require worry*

[mychimeracalromance]

I feel like we should find out.

I mean, they did manage to get that ol' battleaxe Ms. Fang as their advisor and renovate an old room...

So something's gotta be up, right, Boss?

[frozenperdition]

"... A lie? What?

And, uh. Is this related to all of your sicknesses?"

[frozenperdition]

"... actually, yeah. That's all real suspicious. How the hell DID they get Ms. Fang? We need to figure this out."

[likesand_inaglass]

Maybe? It's nothing to talk about. Focus on the priority here, "boss".

*oh he's pulling out the big guns by calling you boss, he's really avoiding talking about it*

[mychimeracalromance]

Well, you have a girl who can fight into all kinds of places~

[frozenperdition]

...Renat is weak and just nods.

"... We'll talk about this later then. I need to harass the history teacher and maybe the occult club."

[frozenperdition]

"Yeah? I guess that's true. Do ya wanna go badger them for me? And if they've got a racket, we can get in on it."

[likesand_inaglass]

*bullet dodged, I'll just need to suffer from sand disease again at the right moment and avoid this again entirely*

Why the occult club? Don't they just kiss or something there?

[frozenperdition]

"It'd be the perfect cover for people who WEREN'T just kissing though. And I wanna see if they have literally any information."

[mychimeracalromance]

Hey, got nothing better to do than fanning you at the moment, sooooo.

[likesand_inaglass]

*well, it's either going with this or him asking more awkward questions, huh*

Alright, sounds good, let's break into places.

[frozenperdition]

"If you want to get on that ASAP, that'd be great."

[frozenperdition]

soon it'll be both.

"Oh, yeah. My language.

... wait a second. With you being able to reform from your terrible sand disease, if you could control that... you could turn yourself into sand and get ANYWHERE! Turn your weakness into a strength y'know?"

[likesand_inaglass]

*do I tell him. do I tell him. ... no, act surprised. which comes off very flatly, irregardless.*

I guess... technically I could do that...?

[frozenperdition]

It's for the best he doesn't know yet.

"Yeah! I'll get into contact with ya about breaking into club rooms soon, aight?"

[likesand_inaglass]

Right. Yes. That'll work out better.

Don't lose track of what you were doing again.