Ajisai yae Galvus

//one of mine has been trying to look up my skirt near daily (i *always* wear shorts or leggings regardless)... makes me wonder what he's freely allowed to watch at home

//she's pratactically microscopic!

// 134.62 :3c

//this is going deeper... he only called on 2 people out of a class of 18-20, those 2 students were the only ones he also called on the entire class until it got to the group discussion part, where he ripped the majority out for using AI and cheating, when they *dont*

//i'm finding out just now, its not just her, its the majority of the class he's accusing and heaping on praise to the small minority

//THIS MF DONT EVEN ANSWER HIS EMAILS! 4 weeks of her emailing with an issue, then emailing again and his excuse was "I've been teaching for 16 years." and "I have a second job" AND "I can't keep up with emails. if i dont respond after 24-48 hours, THEN you can send another email"

//he's apparently had it out for her since day 1,

// she's been in talks with her academic advisor, and i'm just finding out that he publicly blasted her without naming her in class, today for near 30min today...

//same fucking boat, except it's not happening to me, it's happening to a classmate of mine, her prof is a *dick* and docking points for her handwritten work, saying it's AI... when it's been. handwritten.

Warm and quiet... [she thinks for a while]

Ah! What about one of those little islands off the coast of Costa del Sol that can be rented out?

"The bench over there, just on the other side of the wall. Where the plants are."

She cleared her throat after speaking, then gestured to a wall that had a clear gap leading into a smaller half-room.

"All of my equipment is there, too."

Hm. I think we should, yes!

Where do you want to go?

I already know, but I can pretend it’s not real.

I don’t think I want to know.

"Your usual Allagan-Magitek hybrid devices, some ancient relics, the wing from Shinryu that's been preserved... oh, and a Regulator that a dear friend brought back to me from Solution 9."

She pressed her hand over her mouth, willing the burn and tickle away.

"What else should there be?"

"No, not the egging, he took his gunblade to them."

She paused, mulling it over. He would see anyway, so best prepare him now.

"I have a head in a jar. You remember Octavian? It's his head."

Cute....

"Ah-!"

She tensed for a brief moment, then relaxed with a slight shake of her head.

"Down the flight of stairs into the library. Under the stairs you'll see a cermet door, with your portrait hung slightly above an Allagan device... Yes, I saved one from Varis's spree after your death."

I’m so proud of you Izumi!

I will bring you a gift when next we play!

Minecraft… :)

took." She sighed, looking at the handkerchief for a long moment. Then, she slowly gets up from the sofa. Her legs felt like they would give out on her at any moment, yet she forced it.

"I'll take you to my lab, its just downstairs, in the library... converted the old storage space for it."

"I don't know. Maybe. The machine is down in my private lab." She takes the handkerchief and cleans up her face. Her voice is hoarse and raw, and it hurts to talk.

"It needs a fresh sample. Didn't think it was going to manifest so fast like this...nor did I think it would ever, with how long it+

figured it out a month and a half ago. Just before Markus was born. Nerva helped, but. Turns out all I did was wake up my grandsire, cause Olwen to be subjected to that horror, and Zenos lost his arm /and/ his aether!

What a stupid, fool of a girl I am!"

Her shouting only made the cough worse.

then tried to speak again.

"The day Lucius passed, the palace physicians overseeing him, and the one overseeing me were talking. They spoke about how sudden the disease took him, and how it would only be a matter of time until it took me, too."

She glared into the middle space.

"Thought I had+

want to worry you."

She can't bring herself to look at him, couldn't even look at her own hands, or the trail she left.

"I heard the palace physicians talking. The day he..."

She coughed into her shoulder, a new stain. At least her dress was black. She gave herself a moment to collect herself,+

Her usual dark skin seemed pale in comparison as he cleaned her hands. She seemed to shrink smaller than was her usual as she drew her knees to her chest, keeping her hands free for him.

"I..."

Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard, ignoring the metallic tang.

"...tried to cure it. Didn't+

[She'd stopped walking to cough. She now stares at the bloodied handkerchief in her hand.]

Ever time marches onward, leaving the sick to rot and waste away.

A pity I'll miss his namedays.

hand. Tears welled in her eyes. Not again. Not again!

Her hand dropped as the fit ended, her body crumpling in on itself. She had tried so hard to hide it. Hid it for so long, to the point where it would no longer be denied.

The palace physicians had warned her, and she chose to ignore it.

"....-nos"

She could hardly speak. Her fingers dug into her cheek as she stared at the floor, unfocused, darting back and forth wildly.

"Zenos has hi-"

Her body tensed for a moment, and she shook, trying to hold it in, but she couldn't. She coughed, /violently/. Blood seeped out from under her+

He would find her in the kitchen, kneeling on the floor and doubled over herself. There was a small splotch of blood smeared over the black tile; her hand looked like it had slipped.

Her other hand clamped firmly over her mouth, as if trying to keep something in.