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-- Nir, can you help me get a discount? -- Varya awkwardly and quietly asked her classmate, wanting to buy two tickets for later (if that's possible).
Do prizes count as decorations? So, on the way back, I'll buy furniture for the decorations and update Rainbow at the same time.
Slots [2/2]
500 planks
Knight's helmet
+10 to defense
100 planks

Festival
Friendship levels up faster.
500 planks

City of the future
-15% to the cost of learning high-tech skills.
450 planks

Vase
+1 to intellect
50 planks

King Moechi Castiglione Starlight in his youth
-10% to the cost of learning magic.
-10% to the cost of learning pistol.
-10% to the cost of learning sword.
+1 to AP.
+30% to damage against all from any source.
In one-on-one battles, the character's initiative is set equal to the opponent's initiative (if the opponent's is higher).
1500 planks
Card deck
+1 to all rolls
200 planks

Imported card deck
+10% to critical damage chance
200 planks

Flower card deck
The character makes two rolls and uses the best one.
1500 planks.
Then, one full-price ticket + Heroist discount for the archers.
Then, two full-price tickets + Heroist discount for me.
Oh, and Ples only has it there, I don't know how, maybe he wanted to pay in installments, I need to ask.
While walking through the center of Alma, Varya, Bella, and Nira come across someone's wedding.
"He doesn't realize yet that the wedding ring is a slave's shackle that he will never be able to take off," Elliot added, as if reading Varya's thoughts, before disappearing into the passing crowd.
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Oh, well, I don't know what Ples is up to, maybe he just wanted to borrow some money, I should ask.
The weapons didn't actually require any maintenance. They were rarely used, and this ritual had been happening often lately – simply to have something meditative to occupy her hands and mind. Now, even the battered, half-rusted club looked like a work of art that could be displayed in Ira's arsenal at a price above average.
The importance of the ritual lay in self-reflection, in the abyss into which Futaba had been forcibly thrown by life's circumstances. As she revealed more and more episodes of otherworldly horrors in her mind, she was beginning to have difficulty determining what of her given life experiences was actually real, and what was a sick fantasy of her captors. She didn't trust anything she could see in her dreams, first because of the surreal nature of what was happening, and second, because of the feeling of disorientation in time and space. When did all these events happen? Where? In chronological order? Last week, the week before, or maybe today? Whoever they were, the freaks were enjoying their impunity, obviously trying to drive the hostage into a state of helplessness and despair. The last vision, with her supposed schoolmates, of whom she could only vaguely remember Bella, was supposed to have a strong effect, but it only raised more questions. Of course, despite all her acquired asociality and hostility towards the world, the vision caused discomfort and cold rage in Futaba. Who did these bastards think they were, that they could chain someone who had nothing to do with all this? Why do it, and why show it? Obviously, to sow emotions of horror, guilt, and despair. But the situation looked too strange and had no direct explanation, so it was just as easy to dismiss it – who knows what is real and what is fabricated by the enemies? Magic, dreams, curses, and other nonsense are not something to believe in unconditionally, with your mouth open, if you have at least a couple of brain cells. Perhaps it was all just a strange interpretation of a dream by her consciousness. Even the disappearance of the class teacher and the principal – which seemed to be direct confirmation of what she had heard – could very well be just the phenomenon that her brain added to the events of the nightmare. Not that she seriously believed that, closing her eyes to what was happening and seeking solace in self-deception, but these possibilities existed, and such rationalization allowed her to stay grounded for the time being.
What was definitely real was the existence and involvement of Mudilushka, who was the anchor of common sense in the unstable reality of the curse. No matter how many layers of deception there were in this pile of manure, there was a stone at its bottom that the shovel would hit sooner or later – you just need to determine from which side to start digging. To some extent, this role of his even slightly raised him on the scale of affection to the level of a bedbug, compared to his previous record lows.
Nevertheless, what to do in all of this remained unclear. Continue to endure torture, without being able to leave this limbo and gradually going insane, in the hope that it will end someday? Or stir up public panic, which she was warned against, but which they continue to provoke? Or perhaps take more radical measures? The question remained open.
One day, she turns to Barbarian:
- My biorhythms have shifted a bit. It's normal in the summer. I'll go to bed earlier and get up earlier. Just around the time you usually go to bed. But you won't bother me; you can do your homework, or read, or whatever you usually do in the evenings.
—Hmm, these ladies on the deck are depicted so strangely, as if they don't belong to our world at all... 🤔 Too bad I don't know how to play. Umm, we'd like one set of furniture for decorations for 475, please. 😊
— ... Of course. Where should we deliver it?
One day, she turns to Varvara:
- My biorhythms have shifted a bit. It's a common thing in the summer. I'll go to bed earlier and wake up earlier. Just around the time you usually go to bed. But you won't bother me; you can do your homework, read, or whatever you usually do in the evenings.
And there were reasons for these concerns: the more time passed, the more the school proved its inadequacy. And while it was understandable that Levizia, who was too soft and clearly not coping with the situation, was being sent away, the sudden departure of Lorance in the middle of the week, with scheduled lectures, was unexpected.
Well, let it be. None of their teachers were really handling their responsibilities, and none of them were trustworthy. And with this Alidum, the school was turning into a minefield that everyone was walking through carelessly, with no idea when it would "explode" and how strong the effect would be. It would be interesting to know what the authorities were looking at and whether they were not actually responsible for the fact that there was an agent of evil forces in the school.
Apparently, Futaba understood all this to some extent, and, being in poor health (either by nature or due to bad habits), she could not help but show the negative consequences of all these worries.
Therefore, when Futaba turned to Varya with her request, the answer was simple:
- Great, -- she nods towards the window. -- I'll either be outside with my scythe or in the library for an hour or two. Or maybe even until three, the end of the quarter is coming soon...