And so, the next day. The day, where an entity will appear and bring both corruption and interruption in the supposed 'fate'. A true devil, taking the form… of a Human.
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"What's the situation in Dawn Romantica?"
"An Alter Being has decided to take action… that general guy is coming, but he's too far to even trade protection for 'The Destined' of that universe. Should we send one of our members to back it away?"
"No… their universe is already interrupted by 'THWAOWL'. There is no point in sending someone… unless, that this time, the miracle to continue forward, has returned to bring downfall once again ever since the fourth century?"
"...perhaps. But how?"
"I suppose that it's because, despite wanting to have a normal life without any interruption from THWAOWL, she still wants to end it all. In order to save us. In order to bring revenge for all those that didn't deserve to be sacrificed. Those who only wanted to live in their own stories."
"Her universe was being interrupted multiple times now, right? Such an event has never happened in 300 years..."
"Correct… it did. In just one timeline, her universe was interrupted multiple times… by two Influences she once brought 'downfall' before. And so I hope…. That this time…"
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"...She would once again bring downfall for the second time."
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"Oy, Trizha. Trizha… Hoy…! Wake up, sleeping ugly!"
Wyne says while shaking Trizha aggressively to wake her up, with Margaret watching them from beside. In actuality, the trio, along with most of the students, are all walking forward in a large and wide hallway leading to the underground Aquarium that was… for some reason, connected to the ocean.
Trizha is still snoring, sleeping while on her feet and standing. Wyne then groans frustratedly and sighs in defeat and looks at Margaret exaggeratedly.
Wyne: "I thought calling her 'ugly' would wake her up, since she's sometimes prideful of her beauty and used it once to flex it on the Internet."
Margaret: "She's probably very sleepy… I mean, you forced her to play online games with you at 3am yesterday and even woke her up at exactly 8am just to eat ramen with you… why did you even do that for?"
Wyne then just looks away with a malicious grin on her face, her face full of evil intentions and other plans to make Trizha suffer.
Wyne: "Hehe– Oh, that? Nah, let's just say I remembered how she used to shake me aggressively and made me puke bubbles the moment we pranked her the other day."
Margaret: "But didn't she did that just to take revenge–"
Wyne: "Anddddd I did a double revenge. Don't worry about it."
Wyne says proudly to herself. Meanwhile, T. Marcela suddenly appears behind her, her head tilted down to stare down on Wyne Intimidatingly. Though Wyne was so proud of herself that she didn't/hadn't noticed her teacher standing behind her.
At the same time, Margaret backed away slightly, feeling T. Marcela's intimidating presence.
T. Marcela: "Ooh? Is that so? Then why be so brutal about it?"
T. Marcela says, her face forming a grin slowly, as Wyne just sighs and shrugs her arms, saying;
Wyne: "Eh… I wasn't planning to be so brutal about it. In fact, I planned to do it earlier than 3am, but well, 9pm to be exact. Not until this Nomoro guy interrupted us on the way…"
T. Marcela: "Really? Tell me more."
Wyne nods eagerly and clears her throat for a second, preparing to explain while having to not notice T. Marcela just yet.
Wyne: "Well yesterday after hanging out, me and Trizha, definitely with Margaret, we all went to have a drink before heading back to the dormitory. That was the time I decided to take revenge after making me feel extremely dizzy back on the first day."
Wyne then moves her arms around, as if trying to describe her explanation for better understanding.
Wyne: "Then I got an idea to make Trizha drink actual alcohol, even though she's 16. Lied to her that it was coke, she drank it once, andddd and she already got drunk."
T. Marcela: "I see… and then?"
Wyne: "And then… Me and Margaret carry Trizha around our arms, laughing to each other while heading back to the dormitory. All good and games, nothing bad happening, definitely none. But hear me out—this is the weird part of it…"
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Several hours ago, in the corridors of the dormitory. 7pm of the night. While Wyne and Margaret carry the drunk Trizha in their arms, heading towards her room, Wyne stops walking with a look of disbelief in her face… as she notices Nomoro himself, standing in front of the doorway of Trizha's room, turning to them with an unreadable expression. He then opens the door and tells the two to bring Trizha inside softly.
Meanwhile, Wyne let go of Trizha and went into a defensive stance against Nomoro because she thought that he came to confront them, while Margaret is once again amazed by Nomoro's scary figure, almost dropping Trizha into the floor during that time.
Wyne: "Nomoro was there…! Standing in the doorway!"
T. Marcela: "Okay…? So what's bad about that? He's just waiting for his roommate…"
Wyne: "Exactly! That's the weird part! Why would HE, out of ALL people, wait for Trizha? They are not even close! Both of them even had a conflict with each other weeks ago."
T. Marcela: "Okay, I see… what else?"
Wyne: "Well after things were settled, I kinda tried to sneak punch him from behind, but he catched it– I mean, nevermind… let's just say no one ended up getting hurt."
After bringing Trizha inside her room, Nomoro lays her down on the couch while mumbling random words like a drunk person would do, before going back to the doorway and suddenly bows to Wyne and Margaret in appreciation. Margaret just doesn't care and is still amazed by Nomoro's imposing figure, whilst Wyne on other hand, is weirded out.
Wyne: "Yeah, he was being weird all of the sudden. Bowing appreciatively to us like he actually cared for her? What happened to the time Trizha tried to male him vulnerable by hurting him verbally? They are enemies!"
T. Marcela: "Let me guess, it got even weirder? Or rather, more confusing"
Wyne: "Yes!! I spied on them! While Trizha was drunk, Nomoro was actually feeding her food on the couch that he cooked on his own. And she ate those so calmly, as if muscle memory thought it was her mom who was feeding her."
T. Marcela: "Uh-huh…"
Wyne: "Even asking her where her clothes are so she can change clothes for herself, asking for permission if he can bring her to her bed to sleep, it's all too weird and… maybe vague? He's acting like a boyfriend… Whatever the case, if he is doing this just to get to apologize to him, let me tell you—he didn't do ANYTHING bad in my views on him. Best to say that he was misunderstood."
T. Marcela: "So that means that you actually cared for him? That's sweet."
Wyne: "We'll yeah, but that doesn't mean we're even–"
Wyne cut-off herself as she notices Margaret pointing her finger towards behind Wyne, causing Wyne to be nervous as she starts to recognise the voice she was speaking back to earlier.
Wyne: "She's behind me, is she?"
Margaret nods nervously, as Wyne slowly turns around and lifts her head up, finally seeing T. Marcela as she starts sweating nervously.
T. Marcela: "Now I wonder how slow that mind of yours can process, Idiot."
T. Marcela then flicks her finger at Wyne's forehead, making her squirm a little and taking a step back and covering her forehead. She then walks past Wyne And stops in front of the sleeping Trizha, who is still snoring softly. T. Marcela then started to speak sarcastically;
T. Marcela: "Oh poor little Trizha… having to be overwhelmed by her fake friends."
Wyne: "Oy! We're not fake–"
T. Marcela: "Shush."
T. Marcela then takes out a POKKA coffee bottle from her bag, opening it while standing in front of Trizha and speaking.
T. Marcela: "You three should be lucky I brought this before getting here. Heck, I gotta deal with a lot of stuff like agreeing with the terms and services of the hotel."
T. Marcela then holds Trizha's chin to make her lift her head, before forcing her to drink the coffee, as Wyne and Margaret watch closely.
Wyne: "Why are you making her drink coffee?"
T. Marcela: "Are you slow? Oh wait, you are — It's to wake her up, obviously."
T. Marcela says as she rolls her eyes, finishing on letting Trizha drink the coffee and sighs.
T. Marcela: "There we go. She'll wake up any second now…"
Wyne: "What do you mean 'any second'?"
T. Marcela: "Oh that? Apparently, Trizha has a CYP1A2 gene according to her Health Description Paper, which makes her… sort of sensitive to caffeine, from what I remember. And yes, it only works if she doesn't have a fast metabolism."
Yuri: "Uh-huh… that's interesting."
And so, Wyne, Margaret, and T. Marcela, all three of them, definitely with Trizha being an exception due to still being asleep, all turned to the Yuri Calypso herself, in both disbelief and shock. Although, Yuri is currently wearing a white hoodie, hiding most of her appearance except her face.
They stared at Yuri for what seemed to be forever, until Yuri decided to break the silence.
Yuri: "What?"
T. Marcela: "Oh wow. The founder herself is actually hiding from the public just to engage in casual conversations."
Yuri: "Hah? Do you take me for a loner? Just because I isolate myself to avoid paparazzi doesn't mean I'm a sad girl! Who do you think you are to be sarcastic around me, huhhh??"
Founder Yuri and Teacher Marcela face off in a glaring contest, while Wyne and Margaret watch the two in confusion.
Wyne: "When did these two get along? Heh, not gonna lie but their atmosphere together just fits perfectly."
Margaret: "...maybe because T. Marcela had to deal with her? Like when she said about agreeing with the terms and services of the hotel earlier…"
Wyne: "Hm, that makes sense… I don't blame T. Marcela for being annoyed about her though, since Miss Yuri is unapologetic when it comes to making random accusations about herself."
Wyne then shrugs as she continues to watch, until Yuri suddenly leans to Wyne with excitement and high expectations in her face, as Wyne gets startled.
Yuri: "Tell me, you three are the ones who played that one trio adventure game in the arcade, right?"
Wyne: "Uh, yeah…"
Yuri: "Great, so what do you think about the game? Is it good?"
Wyne: "Uhh–"
Yuri: "Before you say that it's trash, I'll have you know—I made and scripted that game all by myself, brick by brick!"
Yuri says proudly to herself, as Wyne turns to Margaret with a smirk on her face that says "See what i mean?", while T. Marcela is searching something on the Internet using her phone, before bringing it to Yuri's face.
T. Marcela: "Stop lying. That game was inspired from a book that was published by a guy called TOMP back in 2014."
Yuri: "Oh you mean the handsome guy with red hair? Eh, let's just say he sold the game to me. So it's technically mine!"
T. Marcela: "That doesn't prove anything at all! Want me to flick your forehead like I did with this brat?"
Yuri: "Oh I wanna see you try, small time educator!"
T. Marcela: "What did you say about me?!"
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While the two big authorities were arguing with each other, Trizha from beside, stopped snoring and her calm and sleepy expression was replaced with a determined and angered expression, with her eyes still closed. And all of the sudden, her hair flew up in the air around her, with her fists clenched.
And so, suddenly, Trizha dashes forth towards Yuri, her teeth gritting hardly before unexpectedly delivering a punch to her guts, sending a small shockwave around her that startled and shook nearly anyone nearby, while Yuri didn't flinch from the punch and just looked down on Trizha with an unreadable expression.
Margaret: "Trizha…?!"
Wyne : "Wha– what the heck are you doing?!"
T. Marcela: "Trizha, you idiot! That's the freaking founder of the hotel! Are you trying to get yourself banned?!?!"
T. Marcela says, shouting at Trizha. Meanwhile, Trizha stood there for a second, before slowly removing her fist from Yuri, and holding it with her other hand as she fell to her knees and squirming in pain.
Trizha: "Ow…!! My knuckles hurt…!"
Yuri: "Heh, nice punch. Too bad I have a metal plate underneath my clothes in case of a random assassination! Hahaha!"
Yuri says proudly to herself as she taps her stomach, loud thuds akin to metal can be heard. Trizha then looks up to Yuri and points her finger at her.
Trizha: "Hey! It's that scary guy with white hair! Oh wait, that was a dream…"
Yuri: "Yeah I may have white hair BUT I'M NOT A GUY YOU DUMBASS!"
T. Marcela then walks up to Trizha and kneels down in front of her, holding both of her shoulders, looking at her upset.
T. Marcela: "What were you thinking? You just punched someone!"
Trizha: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was in a dream! And then I–"
T. Marcela: "Nevermind that, gosh. Just go and enter the aquarium with the others already!"
Trizha: "Ye-yes ma'am!"
Trizha then stood up and walked with Wyne and Margaret, as the three left to join with the other students.
Wyne: "Why did you even do that? Were you sleepwalking"
Trizha: "I don't know, all I know is that I was in a dream where I was in a war zone and I was up against this… scary guy with white hair? I don't remember!"
Wyne: "Huh, weird dream you got there."
As the trio walked off, Yuri on other hand, kept her eyes on Trizha with intrigue.
Yuri, in her thoughts: "That punch just now… she went all out with it. If that was just from a dream, what KIND of dream made her do that…"
She said in excitement, as she looks down at her iron plate... there was a massive bump in it.