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Eighth File.

[ Phone | Filtered from Drones ]

As you may have heard from Mr. Edelstein's phone call, there will hopefully be a concert come this November. I am asking myself if there would be anyone interested in attending so that I can see how many seats, tickets, and possibly concessions we'll need. If you'll give me your name and where I can find you, it would be much appreciated.

Thank you.

--also, there has been something on my mind as of late. If you're one of the countries as Mr. Jones so aptly said himself, would you mind replying here and then give me a brief description as to how you were born and/or discovered? I realize that this is a weird question and rather forward, but I do thank you for your time given. It's just that this sort of thing isn't in my world, so I'm rather curious. So, if you may, then thank you.

[ Action: Mayfield High. ]

[ Welp, it looks like not even Diana's free of the bullies. Due to all the extra work she's been doing with her classes and with her alchemy - the latter she's been keeping under wraps for a good reason - it surely has earned her some comments such as "teacher's pet", "nerd" or anything of the sort. And, well, since she can't really defend herself other than with her tongue to get herself out of her situations, since she's backed into a corner. But, she's standing straight and tall to show that she's not afraid of these bullies. ]

Please let me go. What have I done to you?

We don't like how smart you are! Why don't you dumb it down, idiot?

That's your retort? Come now, we're in high school. Shouldn't you have left the playground insults back in--

[ Her remark goes unfinished as one of the kids shoves her up to a locker and aims a punch right for Diana's cheek. She's taken back since not even her own parents hit her. She wishes she had her telekinesis back since that would make quick work of these idiots. Still, she's managing to stay strong. Perhaps you want to help her out of this predicament she's gotten herself in? ]

[ Action: Greased Lightning Garage. ]

[ This is clearly no place for a girl to be, right? Well, Diana thinks differently and while she's chatting it up with the drone mechanics, she manages to sweet talk her way in letting her see what they've got so that she can use it. While most of the parts are defective, she does find a few that she can use for what she has in mind and quietly places the parts in her bag. When she's done with the so-called "tour" of the area, she curtsies like a good girl would to any friendly gentleman. But, she decides to stick around and see what else can be of use to her. ]

[ Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard. Locked to paintme_crimson. ]

[ Diana has been noticing that Mokou just hasn't been the strong woman she knows she can be. So, she decides to go to where she is and approach her with a slight frown on her face. ]

May I have a moment with you, Mokou?

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[She kneels down and starts going through the pockets of the two downed guys.]

You know, if you punch 'em once they'll back off. Unless you like being bully bait.

Unfortunately, I tend to like the less violent approach.

[ That, and she's scrawny. Oh, the joys of having a geek physique. ]

[Even the scrawniest can give a guy a good ol' kick in the jimmy. Marisa pulls the guys' wallets out and just pockets them without looking inside and grins when she finds a set of car keys on the one.]

Sometimes you ain't gotta choice, ze. Give 'em a good kick. That'll make most guys think twice about hitting you.

[ Well, there's that. Maybe she ought to ask someone about training sometime. ]

I'll keep that in mind for the next time.

Good! I ain't gonna be around to zap 'em all the time.

[She holds the keys up and shakes them.]

Wanna ditch and go for a joy ride?

Understandable.

[ Well, she's kind of thinking of staying despite this. She does have the concert to set up, practice, as well as hopefully see Ed.

Then again, she has attended most of her classes, so, and this information is horribly outdated, so. ]

All right, let's go.

Awesome!

[Marisa tugged Diana's arm to get her following along as she headed to the exit. And the parking lot.]

...I guess we'll just try the keys on every car here, ze. There aren't that many.

[ WHAT IS THIS. She's following along and is trying to keep up as much as possible. ]

Let me know when you've found the right one, Miss Kirisame.

[Marisa's a bad influence~]

So when are you gonna call me Marisa? Oh-hey! That was quick.

[The fourth car takes the keys and she hops in the driver's seat.]

[ Oh dear. It's not like she needs more bad influences in her life. Ed's enough. ]

It depends on if and when our acquaintanceship reaches that level, Miss Kirisame.

[ She walks over with her and sits down. But, wait - something was telling her that this was a Bad Idea^™. ]

Do you know how to drive?

You're cutting class and coming on a joy ride with me in a stolen car. That's called friendship, ze~

[She puts the keys in the ignition and looks at the pedals. Marisa had seen enough people drive to know the theory behind it. Granted theory and practice tended to be two different things.]

'Course, I do. How hard can it be? It's like my broom; just bigger.

[And there, she turns the keys and the engine roars to life. SO COOL.]

It still classifies as an acquaintanceship to me, but I suppose we'll agree to disagree.

[ She then has the biggest sense of dread about this. Maybe she should drive, now that she thinks about it. ]

... Perhaps I ought to drive, in that case. A broom and a car are two completely different things.

Hey, hey, when you steal the car, you can drive it.

[Let's see, push break pedal down before shif-- why is the engine revving loudly? Oh!]

Oops.... wrong pedal.

[Now she gets the right one pushed down and moves the lever thingie.]

Hang on~

... No, no - please, let me drive before you get us killed.

[ This is a disaster in the making. This really is a disaster in the making. ]

We won't die, ze. Dying is counterproductive and would suck. No worries~

[Easing her foot off the pedal, the car rolls forward slowly.]

See, this isn't hard. [because she hasn't pushed the accelerator yet...]

...Please, please - let me drive.

[ Because oh god, what is this. Just what did I sign up for sob ]

Geeze, stop being such a wuss, ze.

[Now she pushes the accelerator and the car shoots forward a lot faster than she was expecting. Which means she immediately jams on the brake and they jerk to a stop.]

Woah.

[ Good thing she put on her seatbelt, because ow that would hurt. She grips on to what she can to stabilize herself before panting. ]

...that is why I asked you to switch sides with me, Miss Kirisame.

But I ain't gonna figure it out sitting over there. Sometimes you gotta learn by doing, ze.

[Okay, maybe she was a little nervous, but Marisa was a fast learner. She just... wouldn't push the pedal so much this time.]

[ Okay, so this is not going anywhere. Sigh. Well, maybe it's time to teach her how to drive.

Maybe that would be better. ]

... Okay, so - Miss Kirisame, see that thing on the steering wheel? [ She points to the stick that puts the car in gear. ] That is what helps you park, go in reverse, drive, go in neutral, etc. Gently reverse out of here with having your foot nearly hover over the brake pedal just in case.

[Diana will find that Marisa is an eager learner. She listens intently and then looks at the lever. Oh. It had letters that told you where it was set.

She moves it to the R and then looks back to make sure there wasn't anything behind her before moving her foot and letting the car drift backwards.]

Like this?

Exactly. Now, press on the brake when the car is all nice and straight. Then, put the car in drive and gently just pull out of the parking lot. Then, when you get to the exit, you use the turning signal, which is right here, to go right or left. Before you go do so, make sure the way is clear for you to make your turn.

[She stops the car when it seems far enough out of the spot. Moving the lever to D, she then tries this accelerator thing again, but not so much.

...okay, moving forward now and turning the wheel and--

There's a little jolt as she misjudged the front end and clipped the corner of the car they'd been parked next to. Not much damage given how cars were made in the 50's, but still...]

Oops.

[She'll just... hope they don't notice and continue on.]

Let's just hope they have insurance.

[ Though, she's not sure what the insurance policies are here. BUT, STILL. It's a valid concern. Then, she notices Marisa looks oddly unsafe once more. ]

Put your seatbelt on. If we have an accident, it can save your life.

My what?

[And what's insurance? Though that doesn't seem all that important to her as she slowly navigates the parking lot with a few little jerks as she tries to regulate the speed.]

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