Catch-all: Lucretia

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Week 0: Tuesday

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[After a busy(?) first day of school, Sieghart enjoys a relaxing morning on the second in the common room. This couch is awfully comfortable, but he's not so lethargic that he ignores a familiar face.]

Morning, Director. Taking part in the Dorm Wars?

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Not much on your schedule for today, is there.

[what's up. she's not quite heading out just yet, though she definitely has her things with her, staff in one hand and her notebook tucked under her other arm.]

I suppose I don't see why not, given that it's more or less inoffensive, but I'm not exactly going out of my way either.

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[The ceiling is up and it's wonderful.]

Does that mean you're not interested in the reward?

Week 0: Saturday

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[By now Sieghart has released the frog to its home in the moat, where the geese hopefully won't harass it again. His lonesome self in the dorm is soon joined by Lucretia, whom he greets with a glance.]

Thanks for picking up the phone earlier. Do you still have it with you?

[ambiography]

I do, yes. Did you need it?

[he at least won't throw it around, he's allowed.]

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[Maybe. Maybe not.]

I'm no good with that stuff. I was just making sure that it didn't disappear on us.

Week 1: Tuesday

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[Perhaps she's just on her way past, but their paths cross outside of the library after the serial biting in Spring Dorm.]

Hey, Director. Here to visit the library now that it's no longer cursed?

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I'm beginning to wonder if it isn't better to just stay in the suite for now, but then again, it seems inescapable, so why not.

[it is Library Time, my dudes.]

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Is it? That was my first time getting bitten by another student.

[For him, the suite's cursed.]

w1, thursday

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[hello sieghart, at some point during curfew she's coming to check in, glancing over him with a furrowed brow.]

It's unfortunate that medical care is in such a state here, but... are you well, otherwise?

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It's nothing I haven't experienced before. I'll get better with time.

Week 1: Sunday

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[After Tsuyukusa's fit, Sieghart moves to the coffeehouse for somewhere a little more organized and peaceful, where he partakes of a small cup of liquor.]

Yo, Director. Things have gotten out of hand, haven't they?

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...they have.

[she's leaning on her staff somewhat as she moves to a chair, sinking into it with her left hand over her face. her right arm stays held close to her body.]

It was bad enough when it was someone giving up their life to give others an easier answer. To not only take that decision away from her, but to kill a child in the process is--

We can't let this happen again.

Week 2: Wednesday

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[After the Winter Formal, Sieghart returns to Spring Dorm in his designated attire with his eyes on the phone. The door clicks shut behind him and he looks up from the screen.]

Oh, Director. Back so soon?

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Were you not expecting me to be?

[she just raises a brow, there. what did you think, sieghart. she's also still wearing the fancy dress, though, she hasn't had time to change yet.]

w6, sunday

[ambiography]

[well! after that public display, she'll bring him back to her suite in spring. she's always had it to herself so the return of the springles affects nothing.

lucretia takes a seat on the edge of the bed, gesturing for him to sit wherever he'd like.]

Sorry if that was a little-- forward for you, Sieghart.

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Huh?

[Sieghart sits on the arm of the couch, where he can face Lucretia without encroaching on her space, with Soluna propped beside him. Although his face is no longer so red, the reminder of what happened outside causes him to pinken.]

. . . I'm the one who should apologize.

Week 7: Monday

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[That evening, he sits on the couch with his sword laid across his lap and his right hand wrapped around its primary hilt. The fingers of his left hand glide over the flat of the blade, no longer marred by the razer edge of a chainsaw.

His expression is neutral—pensive.]

[ambiography]

[she takes a seat next to him when she comes back to the room, not saying anything right away; just-- watching, for a few moments.]

... are you prepared enough for tomorrow?

w7, friday

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[well!! a lot happened there. it's a little later when they meet up again in the suite they're sharing, though this time, lucretia is just laying on the bed, an arm sort of draped over her face to block out the light filtering in the window.

it has been a Long Day. period of time. multiple days?]

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[When Sieghart enters the room, he regards Lucretia for a quiet moment.]

Still feeling exhausted? You should've napped on our way back.

Week 7: Saturday

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[Trial concludes, and Sieghart returns to Lucretia's room with a grumble, for he's still caked in rainbow paint from head to toe. While he's still in possession of Soluna, his current attire is much more form-fitting than his usual as he strides inside. Thankfully, the paint isn't wet and doesn't leave footprints in his wake.]

I don't understand kids.

[Mabel's imagination is so much, always.]

It's dry, but I'm going to wash up first.

[ambiography]

[send help, it might be covered in paint but lucretia has eyes and Boy, that is an outfit.]

I-- yeah, that might be-- definitely do that.

endgame time

[ambiography]

[well, the most obvious place to go is-- back to her room, in the spring dorm. she sits on the edge of the bed, tugging him after her; she probably held his hand the whole way, actually.]

There- might have been something else I didn't explain to you.

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[Here they are, farther than ever from the train station. His confusion is the only thing that keeps him from reacting to the handhold. He would've liked to have departed by now, but . . .

Led by Lucretia, he sits beside her with his gaze on her face and blinks.]

What's that?