Academy {Main Thread}

“Will do. Also don’t we have to do something with Ferris’s ARCUS? If my memory serves me right” Matija grabs a new piece of paper and begins sketching

“Yep.”
He puts the ARCUS by a little mana generator. From his previous actions, he had screwed open the ARCUS and polished some of the parts in it. He had put it back together and now put it by a weird looking machine that seems like a wire connected to it… A charger?

“It’s almost done.”

“Charger for ARCUS I presume?” Matija is less focused on their sketching now as they have an idea to build upon

“Vivi I’m going to kill you!”
“Oh, your sister is quite the troublemaker.”
Hunter helped Linde stand back up.

Matija fiddles around with their writing tool thinking

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“I know…” She sighs.
She indeed seems tired of her sister’s pranks. She seems all too familiar with the pranks…

“Wahahaha!” Vivi begins breaking out in laughter.

“She’s also very energetic.”

“Hrm.” Matija sketching has progressed nicely and stops sketching and quick grabs some wood and begins working on something

“I should NEVER let her know about Ferris.”
“Well I have business to intend to, nice meeting you Linde.”

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“George what got you into this club? If you dont mind me asking” Matija is cutting the wood into separate pieces

“Ah? Lifea actually. She said I was good with equipment and all, said it would be a waste if I didn’t join the club.”

“Interesting.” Matija seems to be making a shelf of sorts

Hunter walked casually to his class dorms.

After saying goodbye to the twins… you get to the dormitories.

You meet the two girls. One you’ve seen before, in the morning, and Ferris.

“Oh come on.”

Matija is clearly a bit tired and ties up their second sketch and unfinished shelf and plops the shelf outside grabs his two sketches “Where are the Radios?”

Ferris notes Hunter coming in and promptly frowns.
“Hey there, mind sitting with us?” The older girl beckons to Hunter.

“…UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…”
“Sure.”

“?! What are yo-”
“C’mon, I can’t have you being all sour every time you wake up. Let me the mediator.”
“You can dream on!” Ferris gets up, but the older girl presses her arm on her shoulder,

“Sit.”
“Y-yes…”

Whoa, she stronk

Matija sighs and looks around for the Orbal Radios