Healing 02. DISASTER STRIKES!

[im_gonna_heal_u]

 Oh no, oh nooooooo!

[Konoka is flittering around, holding a rather neat paper. Glaring red letter are all over it.]

This is the worst thing ever! I know I can get Asuna levels of stupid, but flunking all of my classes?! I'm not an honor student!

Where am I going to find the Makeup Exam Tower? I don't even think I've done anything like that! Oh no, what will Secchan think...

[Konoka's been out of action for a while, having been practicing magic and preparing herself for the day that she could come back and be ready for her long delayed meeting with the Dark Assembly. But alas, in her hazy studying she sorta forgot the real aim of this place.]

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[high_on_daylight]

... Konoka?

Consider where we are.

[im_gonna_heal_u]

Oh, Eva-chan!

Ummm... I forgot for a moment. But still, do I want this as a... good thing?

[Now she's confused.]

[high_on_daylight]

Don't worry about it either way. Honor student or delinquent, who honestly cares?

[im_gonna_heal_u]

You know, you're right. That's too much to think about. I need to train for my Dark Assembly meeting.

[high_on_daylight]

Dare I ask what you are planning there?

[im_gonna_protect_u]

[For someone who is worried about what Setsuna will think, Konoka is doing a crucial, fatal mistake on a monumental level.

The 'nooooooo', mostly. If anything can attract Setsuna, that is it. Especially in the Netherworld, where the rule of comedic catastrophy is in full effect at all times. A fluttering noise, a rush of wind, and a couple feathers mark her arrival (well, she hadn't been far, being a horrible stalker!), although she is now good enough that a)nobody saw the wings and b)she landed with them entirely gone.]

What happened, Konochan?! Are you alright?

[The paper? Setsuna isn't even looking at it.]

[im_gonna_heal_u]

S-secchan!?

[Well, Konoka's distressed and blabbing, so.]

N-nothing's wrong! It's not like I've flunked all my classes and now doomed to be an honor student!

[im_gonna_protect_u]

[Setsuna blinks. The special logic of this place makes this even more confusing.]

Would being a honor student not be good and honorable? It's good that you are one, then!

[Setsuna pauses, a look of frustration forming on her face - mostly due to her attempts at understanding demon logic. Sure, she had been here for a while, but that time had not been spent on trying to follow what the demons were thinking.]

Or was Honor student being bad? But why would it be honor student, then? This place makes no sense!

[im_gonna_heal_u]

Eeeehhhh?!

[But now she tried to think about it... and all of her dismay and panic was promptly taken over by confusion.]

Well, honor students are supposed to be jerks, and that's celebrated here, but... I wanna be more like me, so that means I'd have to be a delinquent too...

No, I don't get it.

[rose_liberated]

Makeup Exam Tower? Isn't that the tall windowless building behind the administration building? I don't think it even has a door.

[im_gonna_heal_u]

It...

It doesn't have a door?! How am I supposed to get inside?!

[Poor Konoka. Still not thinking straight.]

[rose_liberated]

Levitation? Teleportation? Perhaps they expect you to power up and burst through the walls like some titanic living bowl of faux-fruit punch?

[im_gonna_heal_u]

Where would I get one of those?

[Because giant bowls of fake fruit punch that burst through the walls sounds like fun. Note the eye twinkling!]

[mooned_hime]

[Kaguya's floating around lazily just because and-oh hi]

I'm afraid to ask just how one would makeup classwork from Torture 101.

[im_gonna_heal_u]

T-torture 101? But I'm a medic! And not one of the insane ones!

[She looks at the report card in her hands. Sure enough, Torture 101 is an F.

She promptly tosses it.]

Maybe it's for the better that I'm an honor student.

[mooned_hime]

Yes, I imagine 1001 Ways to Kill a Man would be disagreeable for you as well.

[im_gonna_heal_u]

Well I'm not signed up for that class.

Well... I spent all that time studying for when I face the Dark Assembly at some point!

[notjustinthemirror]

We get grades?

I guess I'll finally know what classes I had.

[im_gonna_heal_u]

Wait, you haven't seen yours?

[Well, at least she's no longer panicking. She only appears mildly distraught now.]

Well, I'm not sure if I want to be an honor student, not by demon standards, anyway.

[notjustinthemirror]

It was probably in all that shit they gave me when I first got here. It's crumpled in the corner somewhere I'm sure.

Hell, I am a demon and I don't understand this shit. So their standards are probably just arbitrary nonsense.

[im_gonna_heal_u]

*sigh*

Well, I suppose that's one less thing to worry about, then? I've got dark assembly to worry about soon.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

What's with the freaking out? From that paper it looks like you're an excellent student by Netherworld standards!

[im_gonna_heal_u]

But I don't want to be an excellent student by Netherworld standards! That means they get to put me deeper in debt!

[badassfreakingoverlord]

[Zetta smirks, crossing his arms as he leans on the wall.]

So, you'd rather be a terrible student? Oh, which means you'd have passed all your classes, which means you'd have learned excellent ways to be evil?

[im_gonna_heal_u]

[Oh snap, did Zetta just hit her with a logic bomb? Brb, trying to free herself of the madness.

Endless debt or rotten evil? What a rotten game to play.]

Oooh! That doesn't sound good either!