[Event Post] Translation Meeting

[pharaohnapped]

::Daitokuji is awaiting Mitsuki. He's inside the lighthouse. You can see the submarine from the upstairs balcony and Juudai fishing at a spot in the harbour. He floats over to the other side and sees ocean and an outcrop of land. He's getting that tingly wingly sense again. There's something bad in the area, and Mitsuki's the closest person he

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[botanical_latin]

*Mitsuki is heading to the lighthouse after meeting Juudai. He's going to force you to put those translations on hold and layyour neck on the line for once. Let's see if you're so happy if you're risking your own soul instead of another's.*

*He opens the lighthouse, having a sneaky key made from one of the students who knows how to do such a thing (hey, it's a gang school), and heads upstairs. So many stairs. Living men still have to breathe, you know. He arrives, finally, and stares.*

We need to talk.

[pharaohnapped]

::Daitokuji can't help noticing the manner in which you appeared. He refocuses his attention from the open tome on the desk.::

On what, nya?

[botanical_latin]

You know what. *He goes to the table and shuts the book with unnecessary force.* I don't care. If you want to use it, I have no problem. The thing should die. But you can do it yourself. You can't duel, so I must. But why should I risk my soul for something you want? *Crosses his arms. Do not poke the wild Mitsuki.*

[pharaohnapped]

::Daitokuji knows why Mitsuki is upset, but is remaining calm. He's seen anger before; he knows how to handle it. He raises his hands. Apologetically, perhaps, but it's a subconscious way of protecting himself.*

I never asked you to do anything for me, nya. We agreed to help each other. Mitsuki-sensei, I read your journal. I believe you're already willing.