I have heard he, if not they, are rampaging at a nearby high school. Not the school that I had previously posed as a student teacher at, but hopefully I will be able to find my way onto the faculty of this school as well.
I refuse to acknowledge how upset I am by such a turn of events. Only a few months after the Ranger Key arrived to my hand (in the middle of a performance, no less), and here my Lord, and some of my dearest friends have been engulfed by this new rising evil. It is terrible, and as such I will not.
Running up to the school, however, I'm caught short by a wave of serious melancholy, and I pause, only to hear a familiar voice.
I spin around. The Gold Sushi cart. I'd almost forgotten he had returned to Japan. I'm not as alone as I feared.
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Date: 2012-04-03 04:50 am (UTC)I refuse to acknowledge how upset I am by such a turn of events. Only a few months after the Ranger Key arrived to my hand (in the middle of a performance, no less), and here my Lord, and some of my dearest friends have been engulfed by this new rising evil. It is terrible, and as such I will not.
Running up to the school, however, I'm caught short by a wave of serious melancholy, and I pause, only to hear a familiar voice.
I spin around. The Gold Sushi cart. I'd almost forgotten he had returned to Japan. I'm not as alone as I feared.
"Genta!"