Nil managed to make it through classes with only a pounding headache, and despite not planning to actually practice, he still switched into his Kendo uniform for club. Finding a corner, he knelt and overlooked the club activities. It grated his nerves, being unable to do anything, but he understood Nurse's trepidation.

Having slept most of the day in hopes of recovering in time for the Student Council meeting, Sora was unfortunately not so lucky. Alarm ringing loudly next to his ear, he quickly got up to exit the dorm when he suddenly went into another coughing fit. Crouching down to turn off his alarm as he grimaced due to the pain in his throat, a thought occurred.

Being incredibly unlucky during the first few weeks of school's re-ignition, Sora had begun to feel much better about himself as time went on. Maybe it was the change of mindset from before finally developing, but he didn't exactly care. The crazy string of events that he had went through so far had indirectly caused him to distance himself from others, a case that he now believed was a good thing at that point.

Despite feeling absolutely miserable in all other regards, Sora at least had a clear train of thought as he left his dorm again. Making his way to his locker, he hesitated as he grabbed his normal practice items. Even though he wasn't going to go through any of his exercises, he had already gotten into the pattern of always picking up his things before going to the clearing. Not seeing any problem with it, he flung the duffle bag over his shoulder as he made his way outside, skateboard tucked under one arm as he exited the school building.

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Kiais rang across the room as Ms. K continued to run drills on the 8th Kata. Once again, Ms. K wasn't dressed in her uniform, which was a bad habit of hers and a bad example for the sensei to set, but she was a rebel.

"Nero Iapetos Lucianus, Nil. Kendo Captain. Attending practice even when injured. Admirable." rang out a voice from behind him.
A familiar blonde girl in orange camisole sat down beside him, a notepad in her hands.

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Ms. Basil was playing on her iPhone as her best friend Glen Elg was moderating the club.
"Now then, guys Lisa told me that she planned on entering you all in the Fédération Internationale de Battlebot Association High School Competition, everyone will form a team of three. A Controller, a Developer, and an Engineer," he instructed.
Smiling, Pascale looked at Chi.
"Hey, wanna be on a team Chi?"

Nil didn't even have to look at the girl to recognize who it was. "Agatha Scarlett," he says in monotone. "Last I heard, you were in Italia. A cosa devo tua presenza ? You never much struck me as the type to take up an interest in the sword, and though I've no issue with you, we weren't exactly close when you left." He decides to glance at her, see how she's changed, when he's struck with realization at how familiar she looked to somebody he had recently gotten to know.... He swears in his mind, but keeps the cool appearance about him.

"Hm, what? Yeah, sure." Chi rose her head, from above Aiko, not being sure what she has just agreed on. She was rather distracted, through the whole duration of her classes today. Reason was obviously this whole, weird situation with Pascale's sister this morning. Also, she didn't eat breakfast, so she was starving for half of a day, and just recently, finally ate something during lunch. Technology club was no different. Instead of listening to the teacher, Chi was focused on working on Aiko, with a screwdriver in her hand. "Wait...what team again?"

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Nathaniel whistled as he pulled the dough out of the mixing bowl. He stretched and rolled it before segmenting it into strips that he glazed with herb butter before filling provolone cheese and rolling it into a stick and sealing the ends. He glazed it with herb butter again before popping the batch into the oven. He stored his finished cheesy bread into bags and afterclearing his station left with a wave. First stop he decided to go to the nurse's to see if Nil was possibly still there for his concussion. The smell of italian seasoning followed the boy as he knocked on the nurse's door.

"I'm not particularly interested in it. Rather, I'm here for budget allocations. Unfortunately, the current historian is feeling under the weather. Although he was fine yesterday, suspicious. I did enjoy Italy, but I am eager to be back. Lots of work to catch up with."
Agatha anxiously tapped her pen on her notepad.
"Now then, tell me the status of your club and it's equipment. I have a busy schedule today."

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Pascale appeared slightly annoyed.
"Team for the Battlebot competition Chi. You're our engineer obviously! And...I'll write the programs so I'm the developer! You think Chubs or Nil might be good at video games? We need one more for the Controller..."

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"Come in!" answered a male voice from behind Nurse's door.

Nathan walked in to see a young man with spiky brown hair and glasses, rifling through Nurse's Cabinet.

The boy walked in and looked around. "Oh... he's not in... Did he go home? Excuse me sir are you perhaps the nurse's assistant or something? I'm looking for a friend of mine who came here this morning with a concussion."

"Um..." He focuses his thoughts on her questions, and not her resemblance to Pascale. Had Pascale mentioned having a sister? Did Agatha? "Right. The club membership is currently at seven members, including myself. There current equipment is in good condition, though there are some chips here and there. Likely near the end of the year, we'll also need new uniforms. The current ones are beginning to get a bit worn. Aside from that, everything is in good condition, bar myself."

He laughed and scratched the back of his head, "I guess you could say that."
Smiling he offered his hand to Nathan, "Derek Styles, Biology teacher."

Turning back to the desk, he picked up a note.
"Penelope is back there sleeping," he pointed over at the cots, "So I'm filling in for her. Probably overnight, since she said she's got somewhere to go. When I got here, she was the only one here...but she did mention a student was over here. Nero Lucianus, I think."

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Agatha smiled and stood up, "Thank you, Nil."
Promptly, she left just as silently as she came.

"BattleBot competition...We can try, although I've never tried to build that kind of thing before..." Chi put the screwdriver on the desk, and Aiko began to move again. He shook his head, and flapped his wings twice, before sitting back down. "Do you have any plan in mind?"

Nil watched her leave, keeping his tongue held. How had he not noticed the resemblance before? And the bump to the head must've done something weird to him, because for a moment as she was leaving, he saw her as he'd seen Pascale during the incident, only this time, in orange. He really needed some sleep and to let the events of the day wash away from his mind. His thoughts had been jarring and confusing since that dream.

Nathaniel shook the man's hand and slightly frowned. "But not where he is now? And you said she's sleeping. Oh dear, I can't wake her up then. Well thank you Mr. Styles." Nathaniel turned and promptly left. Where could Nil be? Home? Did he stay? I didn't see him at lunch so maybe? the boy stood in front of the closed nurse's door pondering his choices then with a shrug decided to make his way to the dojo. It was on the way to the Technology Club Chi was part of so he might as well do a little snooping around.

"Ummm, I've got a couple of ideas in mind, but I was hoping you could come up with a design. Something like your bird maybe?"
Pascale asked her this, but its clear that something else was on Chi's mind.
"It's Aggie isn't it? I take it she's bothering you?"

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"Nathaniel Oscar Dufrayn, Nathan. Just the man I was looking to speak to today." called out a familiar yet slightly agitated voice from behind Nathan.

Nathaniel turned swiftly on his heels. "Oh, I didn't see you there." I didn't hear her either. Has she been following me? "Sorry, how can I help you? What questions may you have possibly?" Pascale called her Aggie... What could that possibly be short for? "I'm sorry, but I don't believe I know your name."