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Hall of Mirrors
Pomefiore Dorm
Pomefiore Dorm - Lounge
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Let's start here, at Pomefiore. There's a junior named Rook Hunt who's caught my eye. He has a blond bob cut and a fedora—you can't miss him. |
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Rook is an exceptional player. He performed extremely well in last year's tournament. But he is a bit of an...odd duck, one might say. |
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Oh, is that him sitting over there? |
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Whoa. That dude's, like, a glitter bomb in human form. He's basically sparkling. |
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Non, Epel, non. When you lift your teacup, do not insert your finger through the handle. It is most inélégant. |
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Oh... Right. I'm sorry. |
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Oh ho ho! Mon belle Vil, the Roi du Poison... Surely your beauté is not so faint that you need makeup to shine? |
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Of course I don't. But I don't dare miss an opportunity to accentuate it further! |
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I admire that passion. Magnifique! Très magnifique! |
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Uhhhhh... And you're sayin' this guy is some kinda incredible athlete? Somehow, I doubt he's gonna be the target. |
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Yeaaah, maybe we should peace out and move on. |
Courtyard
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Next on Cay-Cay's big list of potential targets are Jade Leech and his twin brother Floyd. They're both sophomores at Octavinelle House. Word is, they work so well together on the field that other teams don't know how to counter them. |
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Whoa! They have, like, the exact same face! |
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Is it just me, or do they make all the other students look tiny in comparison? They're giants! |
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I could see that being a big advantage for 'em. |
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So what do we think? Could they be in danger? |
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I don't know about that. If I were the culprit, I'd save them for last. Just look at those two. I wouldn't want to get anywhere near them—especially Floyd. |
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Oh ho ho! What is UP, Lil' Goldfish? |
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Bwah! He spotted us! |
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What brings you to our humble abode, huh? Playing hide-and-seek? Sounds like fun. |
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F-Floyd... I've asked you several times to stop calling me by strange nicknames. |
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But you're so small and red! How are you NOT a goldfish? |
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This guy seems like he's a few cans short of a tuna casserole. |
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A talking cat? Now THAT'S something you don't see every day! Can I squeeze you 'til you pop? |
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Uh, no?! Stay away from me, weirdo! |
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My, it would appear a contingent from Heartslabyul House has paid us a little visit. Here to assess the competition in advance of the Spelldrive tournament, perhaps? |
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Nah. We...can't really go into it, though. |
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We take a dim view of spying at Octavinelle. I would ask you to justify your actions, suspicious as they are. And please, spare no detail. |
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This guy sure talks fancy, but man, his eyes are stone cold. |
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Man, would you look at the time? Gotta run, guys! It's been real! Byeee! |
Battle!
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