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The mirror inside of Arillena's locker faded into white.


There was the faintest sound coming from it....


It almost sounded like 'hmmmmmmmmmmmm.....'

"See you later Ari-urk!" Rory was cut off by Marceline pulling him down the coffin corridor. It was at this point Rory realized that he'd left one of his shoes back in Mirrorverse, and he hopped on one foot to try to keep up with Marceline. "So, uh, how is your morning?"

"How is my mornin'?" Marceline repeated. "How was your mornin'? What was that ghoul doin' with her hands all over you?"

"Arillena? I sort of, uh, fell out of her locker." Rory answered, feeling pretty embarassed and completely missing the tone in Marceline's question. "I overslept, and I was rushing, and I fell through a mirror I hadn't noticed before in my house. Mother or Hagetha must have been remodeling a bit..."

"So she was just givin' you a hand, is that what you're sayin'?" Marceline asked, a dubious hexpression on her face.

"Y...yes?" Rory replied. "I thought maybe I'd bashed my face into a billion pieces in her locker, but she showed me that wasn't the case. I did...ooh, I broke the mirror in her locker!"

Rory hexclaimed worridly. The breaking of mirrors had different meanings in different monster cultures. Some believed in the normie superstition of it causing seven years of bad luck. Others considered broken mirror shards to be lucky, and cracked mirrors to be a potent reminder that everything has its own freaky flaw. Rory personally considered a broken mirror to be the result of bad luck, rather than the cause of it. And a rather rude thing to do to another monster.

"I should really get her a replacement. Especially after she helped Glen and me last fright down in the Catacombs."

"THAT was the ghoul you told me about yesterday?" Marceline asked with a frown. In the evening, Rory and her had met and he'd given her a brief, hexausted description of the adventure Glen and he had in the Catacombs. An adventure that she hadn't been a part of, but Arilena apparently had. Marceline's frown deepened. "Don't y'think...I mean, don't y'think you're spendin' a clawful lot of time with her?"

Rory was hextremely confused now. Cumulatively, he'd spent more time dealing with Dangerous Deadtention ghouls than interacting with Arillena.

"Uh...no?" Rory replied. He instantly got a sensation that it was the wrongest of answers. What had he done wrong? "It was an accident falling into her locker, that's all. Bad luck."

"Oh...well, okay, if you say so..." Marceline replied, a bit distantly, as if she was struggling with the hexplanation. She sighed. "Well, at least we have date night tomorrow night, right? What d'you have planned for us?"

She brightened up as she changed the subject. Rory rubbed the back of his head.

"Gee, I've been so busy with the Catacombs assignment, I haven't really thought about it!" He answered, slowing his walk as he thought. "I guess anything you want to do, I'm fine with!"

"It's supposed to be your turn to pick our date, spookyshine!" Marceline shot back at him, a little bit TOO sweetly. "We've all been busy with end of Scaremester assignments, y'know."

"Sorry." Rory apologized glumly. Today was turning out to be a really rotten day so far. "I'll think of something uhh-mazing by tomorrow. I promise."

The two arrived at Dead Languages, and Rory held the door open for Marceline. Neither of them were smiling.

"Drums?" Kai Merha piped up, walking in with his bookbag on his shoulder. Seeing Arillena, Harry and Jewels grouped told him something was up with BOJANGLES. "Do we need drums for the fearstival?"

Oh! That was quite a short tour, but interesting all the same! Such new information and scenery to register into his data banks for future use~ Maybe even find usable outlets to recharge his body. This also allowed him to register new organic life within the educative system building, such an interesting array of life, it will be a treat registering them all! Now when entering the room, Bobby felt a bit.. Indifferent about the odd series of liquids that decorated the rows of tables. Such an odd substances, color, mass.. It is devoured? What he knew of Home Ick. was organics used this to further their abilities for improvement, how strange, when he could simply implant such things into his hard drive!

"Go-Go-Goodbye Lin!" The bot would seem quite perplexed about the grabbing of the cheeks, is this an organic introduction? If so, he must recite this greeting! The metallic gloved hand would reach up and pinch the elderly female organics cheek as softly as he could. Saying with glee through the ancient speaker system, "Why-why it is a pleasure to meet yo-yoyoyoyoyo-you, Madam!"

"Glad to see you survived being buried alive." Meme bounded over to Ronan, a large grin on her face.

Ronan however still didn't see the funny side of the whole stitchuation, frowning deeply as he shut his locker.

"news travels quickly around here doesn't it?"

Meme shrugged. "Dramuh like that? Everyone loves dramuh. You hear about Glen and Rory's escapades?"

"No." Ronan's tone implied he really didn't want to hear about it either.

Meme pouted. "You're in a grump today"

Ronan sighed and reached out to take her hand. "I am sorry. It was a difficult day yesterday."

"You survived though! Sooo turn that frown upside down" She squeezed his hand gently.

"You are right of course." He forced a smile. "I must send Atomica something to apologise more thoroughly."

"Decided she's not so bad after all hmm?"

"Oh no, she is as obnoxious and troublesome as ever, but saving our unlives justifies some sort of gesture I am sure." He hesitated. "Robots cannot eat muffins right?"

Meme laughed, Ronan's default method of apology always resulted in a muffin basket. It had worked one time, and now he seemed convinced it was the solution to any conflict.

She looked up at her boofriend, who looked perplexed, he often looked utterly bewildered. She smiled broadly.

"No... I don't think they can eat muffins."

He frowned deeply.

"you could just... talk to her?" Meme suggested tentatively.

Ronan shook his head. "I fear that will only make things worse."

Meme nodded, he was probably right. Ronan was extremely good at upsetting monsters.

"You'll think of something." Meme nodded, twining her arm with his as they walked down the hall.

"Yes, I will." He changed the subject. "Have you selected a boovie for tomorrow evening?"

"Why do I always have to pick?"

"Because I trust your judgement?"

"m hmm." She scoffed.

"And if I select the wrong thing, you will be unhappy with me. "

"So you'd rather sit and be bored with something I pick?"

"Yes."

"Well at least you're honest." She rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Fine, i'll pick something. It'll be a supriisssse" She wriggled her fingers dramatically.

"I don't think I like surprises." Ronan protested.

"I thought you trusted me?"

"Yes, usually."

"Heeeey."

Ronan smiled softly. "The boovie isn't important, spending the time with you is."

Meme made a face at how sappy that was.

"I'm sorry, was that not appropriate?" Ronan looked worried.

"Nah, you're fine. I'll see you later ok?"

Ronan nodded and waved as Meme skipped off to her first class.

The class went off smoothly.. Well as smooth as it could, the gentlebot had quite an epiphany in trying to understand the liquid substances and sometimes solid presented to him to try and create things. He had to put on multiple layers to protect his sensitive corners of his metallic hand and television head! And he was left questioning the odd multiple rule sets the organics had to follow in order to live out their lives a certain way!.. It made him just shift towards the back of the class to find a lone outlet to download the needed skills manually much to the teachers chagrin. Leaving him with a stirring of artificial emotions, mainly negative..

Oh dear motherboard.. This was going to be a substantially long day! Releasing an audio recording of a human sigh, he would try to look over his schedule, "Unit 34892-B, report to subjected class labeled: Dead Languages." Now what room would that be.. His sensors picked up a lone organic just ahead, taking that leap of artificial faith and walk up to him carefully, the gentlebot was nine heads tall y'know? He noticed the organic was a male, and had wings like an avian! Incredible! This organic was Perry Hawke.

Yet, from how aged the gentlebot was, he didn't necessarily read the annoyed facial expression written on his face. Holding up a polite finger and stepping in the way. "Ex-Ex-Excuse me, good fell-fel-fel-fellow, can you as-as-assist me in loca-ca-ca-cating.. 'Dead Languages' ?"

Ari waved at Kai as he approached, nodding as Harry explained his plan. She began to catch on that 'Cruel' was the equivalent of 'cool' that she was used to hearing. I should start writing this stuff down...

Something about Jewel's subtle reaction to the Fae's volunteering caused the elvish girl to shrink a bit (Not literally This time). Did I say something wrong?

She looked around awkwardly and noticed that the hallways were slowly emptying. "Um, I guess We shall see each other later then?" She spoke up after Jewels. "Hopefully everything will become settled soon. Oh, It was nice to meet you again Jewels~" Ari smiled Timidly and with a small wave to her new friends and headed to the clawditorium for class.

~~

Once there the Fae recognized to faces as Draconia and Draculaura. The Dragoness seemed a bit down. Not wanting to be rude but still a tad concerned for her new friend she approached quietly. "Good Morning~ Um, M-May I sit with you?" She greeted politely- completely forgetting that she wasn't using her glamour anymore and looked like a totally different person.

From the corner of her eye the Feline Student from yesterday smirked at her and shook her head. Ari felt herself cringe slightly. Why does it feel like I haven't gotten off on the right foot with any of the girls I've met. She wondered hopelessly.

Perry glared at Lin.

"Yeah, i'm the loser. Riiiight."

He scoffed, looking Lin up and down. The scrawny little gremlin wasn't much of a threat, particularly not without his lame crypster master looming over him.

"Shouldn't you be fetching coffee and spit shining Gryff's shoes right now?"

But sadly, he REALLY did need to get to class so he decided against pummelling the gremlin to a pulp, besides, he didn't need more deadtention.

Hmm, maybe he really was starting to learn restraint.