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It's strange; he really might have felt sorry before, but with each second of this conversation, his doubts were fading. — No. Souvenirs are souvenirs, even if they're from the royal family, but the holiday is somehow more important. I'm sure you'll find a good use for it. Gideon smiled casually and friendly. — Happy holidays, Nir, I'm very glad we're studying together.
—Well... then, um, thank you! I really appreciate it! I'm also glad we're in the same class! At first, the girl even thought about hugging the guy; then she decided to pat him on the shoulder; then she decided that a handshake would be enough; but since her body was paralyzed for ten turns, she didn't do any of that, instead just smiling guiltily. —Um... this, you too, feel free to ask if you need help with anything... buying something... well, I don't mean that you have money problems... or with your studies... I don't mean that you... you study better than me... anyway, if you need anything, then... well, yes... See you! Bye! Mentally drowning in a bottomless well, Nir waved goodbye to Gideon and headed towards the exit of the auditorium.
Added 22 minutes later Somewhere there, perhaps at the same time, or before or after, with Vari and Ixora. - Regarding relocation... I already told Barbarian, and she knows, so you should know too. Being my neighbor places a heavy burden on a person. In the event that someone tries to take my life, instead of me, the closest of my "subjects" dies. I won't judge how it works - it's some kind of magic cast by the king. Every minute I spent in that battle a couple of days ago, in case of a mistake, could have been the last for Barbarian. So, I wouldn't recommend anyone to live with me if they value their own life... Although that won't help anyway... It's not that I'm planning to get into trouble, but anything is possible.
Villa greeted the two girls with the usual attention of a large number of servants. After a while, the guests and hosts proceeded to the dining room, where the chairs were arranged as follows:
- At the head of the table sat the king, and to his right sat his queen.
- To the right of the table were Kaladium, his wife Taxonomy, and their daughter Levisia.
- To the left of the table, in proud solitude, sat Rhododendron, who, despite the luxurious reception in the halls of such a luxurious villa, was still dressed in rags.
As a result of this seating arrangement, Futabu and Kaladium were separated only by the corner of the table.
Added 6 minutes ago Morning
- Go.
Added 22 minutes ago Somewhere there, in parallel, or perhaps before or after, in the company of Vari and Ixora.
- Regarding the relocation... I already told Barbarian, and she knows, so you should know too. Living next to me places a heavy burden on a person. In the event that someone tries to take my life, instead of me, the closest of my... "subjects" dies. I will not judge how this works - it's some kind of magic cast by the king. Every minute I spent in that battle a couple of days ago, if I had made a mistake, could have been the last for Barbarian. So, I would not recommend anyone to live near me if they value their life... Although it probably won't help anyway. It's not that I'm planning to get into trouble, but anything is possible.
- Please, don't worry about it. It will be an honor for me to be your shield, Your Majesty.
Somewhere there, in parallel, or perhaps before or after, alongside Vari and Ixora.
Vari, of course, could no longer sulk after receiving the explanation, although she still believed that Futaba's trust would be much more valuable than concern for the life of the refitter. For a warrior, faith in their professionalism should generally be a more valuable thing. For the same reason, Vari didn't try to change the situation in any way, attempting to "help" Ixora by replacing her at the post in the room. There was a feeling that Futaba would still agree to keep her old roommate, but there was also an understanding that Ixora probably didn't need it. Well, and if Ixora does show herself to be a coward, then we'll see...
In the end, she didn't. Okay... It was still a little sad, but it was necessary to free up the post.
-- Well... Then I'll start getting ready. It was nice being your roommate, Futaba.
Since the issue of cohabitation had already been resolved, and Ixora was moving in with Her Majesty, where they would stoically remain silent and contemplate their own thoughts, it was time to find a new roommate. Or, perhaps, become someone else's new roommate. Of course, one could live alone, but as the NAILS experience had shown, if you don't look for a new roommate, a new roommate will find you. Technically, the list of available rooms was extensive, but many of them were unsuitable for one reason or another. For example, the quiet and timid Mira had no desire to bother the time-mage. Bonita was Bonita. Based on what Leila knew about them, Buddleya and Shea weren't very tech-savvy and would hardly be happy to have her vacuum cleaner as a neighbor. Besides, the latter was quite close to Barbara, so the question of them moving into the same room was only a matter of time. Perhaps the best of the remaining options was Stella. Noisy and overly energetic, although after recent events, the return of these qualities even seemed like a good thing, but she was definitely not boring. Besides, out of all the "available" roommates, Leila communicated with her more often than with the others, outside of her disciplinary duties. And she would probably be happy to have a roommate with a couple of paintings, a vacuum cleaner, and an extra record to listen to. And requests to fetch something from the top shelf. Therefore, Leila headed towards Stella.
"Hi, it so happened that my previous roommate moved in with Futaba to fulfill her new duties," the time-mage began, "so, as a result, I'm looking for a new roommate. And it seems like you have a room available, since Yukki moved out. So, would you mind if I moved in with you?"
While waiting for the first person to say some introductory words, Futa surveys all the newcomers, paying special attention to both wrongdoers – what weapons they have and what expressions they are currently wearing.
Kal is serious, Rod is cheerful, Tax is affectionately cunning, and Levisia is slightly embarrassed by the situation. No one at the table was armed with anything (although the narrator doesn't know about Futaba...). — Well, you scoundrels," Moecchi began without greetings and immediately got down to business, "have you had enough fun?! And it's okay, Rod, he's always been a bit scatterbrained, but what were you thinking, Kalich? — Father, I asked you not to call me that... — Be quiet! After what happened, I might even take away the last two letters of your name! Do you even realize that someone almost killed dear Levisia at the competition? Like a pig! Your own daughter! Aren't you ashamed?! — ... — You went and ruined such a wonderful holiday for mother! — With all due respect, Father, I do not recognize this... this woman as a member of our family, let alone my "mother." The king throws a fork at his son, and it hits him in the forehead, scraping off some skin. — Well, then I won't recognize you as my son, and what then? I'll go right now and disown you, you idiot! What do you say? Want to? — No, I don't want to... — Well, alright, my dear," the king places his hand on Futaba's, "you wanted to say something to these scumbags..."
– Well... I guess I should start packing. It was nice being your neighbor, Futaba.
– I won't say anything that could be misinterpreted, – Vare says in a tête-à-tête. – Just, perhaps, this is the best possible outcome, primarily for you... Over the past few peaceful months, I've tried not to think about it, but the recent event has once again cut me to the quick. Before, I couldn't talk about it, and I wasn't even sure, but now that all the cards are on the table... It turns out that, to some extent, I was hiding it from you before. I apologize for that. I just couldn't process the situation... I don't know what I would have done if you had died randomly because of me... Not that I would have ranked Ixora lower in terms of priority, but you know her. She probably considers it her destiny or something like that. You, on the other hand, have the potential to do many great things, and I don't want you to feel obligated, without realizing the danger, due to some personal attachments or social niceties. That would be unfair. So, again, I apologize. Yes, it was nice living with you too. Even though at first I didn't think so, and it didn't work out the way I wanted it to, haha... Well... – she shrugged uncertainly and nodded, not knowing how else to end this monologue, which was full of funereal mood, even though the subtext was completely the opposite.
Since the issue of finding a new roommate had already been resolved, and Iksora was moving in with Her Majesty, where they would stoically remain silent and contemplate their own thoughts, it was time to find a new neighbor for myself. Or become a new neighbor for someone else. Of course, one could live alone, but as the NAILS experience showed, if you don't look for a new neighbor, a new neighbor will look for you. Technically, the list of available rooms was extensive, but many of them were unsuitable for various reasons. For example, the quiet and timid Mira had no desire to bother the time-manipulator. Bonita was Bonita. Based on what Leila knew about them, Buddleya and Shea weren't very good with technology and would hardly be happy to have her vacuum cleaner as a neighbor. Besides, the latter was quite friendly with Barbara, so the question of them moving into the same room was only a matter of time. The best of the remaining options was probably Stella. Noisy and overly energetic, although after recent events, the return of these qualities even seemed like a good thing, but she was definitely not boring. Besides, out of all the "available" neighbors, Leila communicated with her most often, outside of her disciplinary duties. And she would probably be happy to have a roommate with a couple of paintings, a vacuum cleaner, and an extra record to listen to. And requests to get something from the top shelf. Therefore, Leila headed to Stella. — Hi, it so happened that my previous roommate moved in with Futaba to fulfill her new duties, — the time-manipulator began with an explanation, — so it turned out that I'm looking for a new roommate. And it seems like you have a room available, since Yukki moved out. So, would you mind if I moved in with you?
One could joke, "because Ixora lives in the next room, so you haven't really moved," but Stella might misinterpret the joke. — Well, you're better than the other potential roommates, and not just them. We communicate more often. We both know what to expect from each other. And it's fun with you," the Ta'mani paused for a moment in response to the somewhat unexpected question, "but if you're more comfortable alone or have other candidates you'd prefer as roommates, I won't insist.
The face of Ixora when Futaba isn't looking, but Varya is.
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Well... - she shrugged uncertainly and nodded, not knowing how else to end this monologue, full of a funereal mood, even though the subtext was completely the opposite.
-- Everything is fine, you have nothing to apologize for. You couldn't have known how I would perceive this information. "And it's not as if I was completely honest with you either... Although I didn't hide anything that concerned you." -- So, don't beat yourself up. Your responsibility is now quite high, you can't worry about what didn't happen. If you think too much, your head will often hurt... The Barbarian wondered if she should hug Futaba... But no, they weren't saying goodbye, so what's the point? The refitter also wanted to ask one specific, important question from her point of view, namely, what is the true fate of Sisnemis? He disappeared even before Futaba stopped the experiment, so, logically... However, there's no point in guessing, Sisnemis is dead. Apparently, he is one of the "departed" students who could not withstand the king's torture, which is why they remained silent about him, because reporting such a thing would be a little too frank. Okay, in any case, Futaba didn't tell him about it either, apparently, this topic was too painful, especially since it affected Varya the least.
After being silent for a while, the refitter waves goodbye and goes to look for a roommate (perhaps running into Shea in the corridor?)
— "Have we even talked?" Stella thought to herself, looking skeptically at the prospective roommate. — "And I can't say I know what to expect from you..."
— I heard that a person's value is determined by their possessions and the benefit they bring to society... Do you have anything to offer to improve society #401?
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After a moment of silence, the refitter waves goodbye and goes to look for a roommate (possibly bumping into Shea in the hallway?)
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