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Cafeteria
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Jamil has long, black hair. Let's see... Ah, there he is! |
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You're the guy who got banged up in the kitchen yesterday, right? Mind if we chat? |
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What is this? An inquisition? |
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Oh, hey! That's the weasel who set my rear on fire at orientation! |
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Grim. You need to work on your tone. Tact is important for these sorts of things. Forgive us for interrupting your breakfast. |
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Wow, the Heartslabyul housewarden and the fire-spitting weasel. Ahaha, what a fun combo! |
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I ain't a weasel! The name's Grim. And that's my minion, [MC]. |
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Huh! Well, I'm Kalim, Scarabia's housewarden. And that's the vice housewarden, Jamil. |
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Uh, sure. Man, this guy throws me off. |
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So, why are you asking about my accident? |
| We're inspecting the kitchen for safety. | We're here at the headmage's behest. |
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Last night, I was in the kitchen frying up some lamb rolls at Kalim's request. |
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Oh man, you guys have NO idea how amazing Jamil's lamb rolls are. You've gotta try 'em one day. |
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Can we stay focused here, Kalim? |
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Ah, right. Sorry! |
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When I was chopping the ingredients, it was like my knife hand went wild and cut my other hand all on its own. |
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It makes no sense! Even the dorm's head chef can attest to Jamil's legendary knife skills. Were you tired from Spelldrive practice, maybe? |
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No. Not so tired I couldn't control my hands. But at one point while I was cooking, I did feel kind of light-headed. |
| You got dizzy? | You got sleepy? |
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Most people would think that, but I know that sensation. I think I was feeling the effects of someone's signature spell. |
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Oh, right! Because your signature spell is—MMMPH! Pffft! Why'd you put your hand over my mouth?! |
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Because we're not talking about me here. Anyway, my theory is that someone was controlling my movements with magic. |
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Interesting... That WOULD be a way to hurt people and have it appear like it was nothing more than the victim's own carelessness. |
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And if it only lasted an instant, even the victim might perceive it as his own mistake. When I nearly fell down the stairs, I never felt as though I was being controlled against my will. |
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Well, I guess this is kind of a lead? What's our next move, guys? |
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A spell that can control someone... If I could learn how to cast that, I could really clean up on bakery day! |
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Such small-mindedness... Truly, Grim? That's as far as your ambitions extend? |
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Man, imagine eating all the deluxe grilled cheese I wanted— Huh? |
| Speaking of deluxe grilled cheese... | Speaking of bakery day... |
FLASHBACK START
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Might you be willing to trade your deluxe grilled cheese for this very exciting hot dog bun? |
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Whaaat?! You must be outta your mind, dude! |
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Oh, come now. Let's not be like that. Here, have the hot dog bun. I insist. |
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Myah? What in the name of tuna...?! My paws are movin' on their own! |
FLASHBACK END
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AAAAAHHHHH! |
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WHOA! Why are we screaming?! |
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I, Grim, Expert Detective, have solved the case! I know who's got that signature spell! |
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What? |
| The culprit is...Ruggie Bucchi! | The culprit is...one of us! |
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Let's track him down and see what he has to say. |
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Hmmm... Looks like Ruggie's in class 2B. |
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Thank you both for your cooperation! |
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I'm still kinda lost here, but good luck! |
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