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Hunter's Blood Boiling (Part One)
Exterior Hallway
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Hm, hm, hm... |
Pomefiore Student |
Um, Vice Housewarden Hunt? What are you doing hiding behind a pillar? |
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Ah, good morning. Nice weather we're having, no? What a fine day for observing a certain someone. |
Pomefiore Student |
Huh? Who? I don't see anyone here besides you. |
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Him. Look there—he's about to emerge. |
Pomefiore Student |
You mean that speck off in the distance at the edge of the courtyard? Man, you're eagle-eyed. |
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Yes, that would be the Roi des Lions— the King of Beasts. Just look at that magnificent yawn! It provides a perfect view of his carnivorous canines. |
Pomefiore Student |
Who yawns that widely in public, anyway? You should probably steer clear of Kingscholar. |
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Why is that? It's not every day I see such proud, powerful quarry. If those sharp fangs of his pierced my windpipe, why, I'd be done for in an instant. The very notion makes my heart quiver. ...Ah, what's this? Someone's approaching Leona from the other direction. |
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Let's see. The chapter on enunciation begins on page 83... |
Pomefiore Student |
That's Epel, a freshman from our dorm. He should know better than to walk and read at the same time. He's liable to trip and fall. |
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From the text, it appears to be a book on linguistics. What a diligent student. |
Pomefiore Student |
You can read his book from all the way over here? I could barely even make out that it was Epel. |
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Heh. A sleepy lion and a fresh piece of fruit. I surmise their paths will lead them to... |
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Ack! |
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Pomefiore Student |
Ah, Epel ran into Kingscholar! We should go bail him out before he gets into real trouble. |
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Pardon me. Sorry about that. |
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Hmph. |
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There, you see? A king knows how to be magnanimous. How splendid the Roi des Lions is! He would make for fine hunting quarry indeed. |
Pomefiore Student |
Y-yeah, totally... Whatever you say... |
Cafeteria
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Hey, Leona. I grabbed some grub from the buffet. You good with that for lunch? |
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Sure. |
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Here you go. You'd better clean your plate. |
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...What is this? |
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A few veggies won't kill you. They're all edible, so stop whining and eat 'em. Look, I made sure your favorite meat was on there, too. |
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Ugh... |
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Hello there, Roi des Lions. Monsieur Dent-de-Lion. |
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Whoa, yikes! |
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Great. Just what I need... What do you want, Rook? I know you've been lurkin' around me a lot lately. |
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Heh! There's no need to be so cold. We're classmates, remember? Roi des Lions... Leona. Is this seat taken? No? Good. |
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Why even ask if you're just gonna sit down anyway? |
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Simmer down, Ruggie. You're wastin' your breath on this guy. |
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Urgh... |
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Actually, I came to verify a rumor I heard. |
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Oh yeah? A rumor, huh? |
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Oui. Rumor has it that the Roi des Lions has a distaste for vegetables. I shouldn't be surprised your appetite is quite literally carnivorous. Heh. |
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...Who told you that? |
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The fellow next to you. |
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Dude! Why'd you have to snitch on me?! |
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Ruggie, you little... |
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Look, Rook had me by the tail— I mean, he wouldn't stop following me around until I gave him some dirt on you. |
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Meh. Whatever. Yeah, that's right, Rook. I can't stand vegetables. So? |
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I was just fact-checking a story, really. There's nothing more to it...for now, anyway. I'm glad I got to see you eating, Leona. Mid-meal is when creatures are the second- most vulnerable, right after sleeping. |
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...Ruggie, I'm changing seats. |
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Oh? Whatever for? |
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You can't expect me to eat a meal in peace with you eyeballin' me from the side. I wouldn't even enjoy my meat that way. |
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Goodness, I did not mean to offend! Meals are supposed to be one of life's finest joys, after all. What would you say to dinner on opposite sides of the table some other time, then? That way I could see you from the front. |
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Tch... Come on, Ruggie. |
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Ah! Wait up, Leona! |
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Heh... It's rather cute the way his tail thrashes about when he's irate. Indeed, the stronger the prey, the more I am driven to ensnare it. That's the hunter in me talking, I suppose. |
Hunter's Blood Boiling (Part Two)
Laboratory
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Hm. I know he took this elective too, but he's nowhere to be found. |
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Looking for someone, Rook? You seem rather antsy today. |
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The Roi des Lions, as a matter of fact. I thought I saw him leaving the classroom, but... |
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Knowing Leona, he's probably skipping lab. I've never seen him actually try to do a lab exercise in earnest. |
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Ah... That's a pity. I wanted to see him swap out his usual knife and fork for a flask and a beaker. |
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I have no idea what you're on about. Are you still meddling in the affairs of people from other dorms? |
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That's a rather uncharitable way to put it. I prefer to call it "fieldwork." |
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Label it what you will. A wilted rose by any other name would smell as foul. |
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What's this? Is the Roi du Poison perhaps jealous? You're the fairest in the school, of course. You don't need to feel threatened. |
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Enough with your jokes. They're not funny in the least. |
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Brutal as always. Nonetheless, I could watch Leona all day and never tire of it. Especially on days as nice as today. Seeing him soak up the sun evokes the very savanna he calls home. ...Hm? |
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What? See something out the window? |
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Is that right? I can't see that far, but I suppose you can. |
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Oui. I've always had excellent vision. |
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Heh... He really is like a lion lounging in the savanna. |
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I fail to see what you get out of watching him. After all, he's just a pretty face. Now cease this farce and get back to your lab exercise. |
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King of the savanna, Roi des Lions. By all appearances he looks defenseless, and yet his ears are pricked—proof that he is as aware of his surroundings as ever. His posture could use some refinement, however. If a hunter attacked, it would take him longer than necessary to spring away to safety. I can only rue the fact that I have no bow and arrow on hand at this most opportune of moments. |
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Oh! Did he notice me? Truly, a wild animal's instincts are nothing to scoff at. Away he goes. Heh heh. And so our game ends for now. |
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Rook, you're not working. Might I remind you that we're in the middle of a lab exercise here? |
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Ah, yes, I'd best focus on work. The napping lion noticed me anyway. |
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Is that an order, sir? |
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You're welcome to take it that way. I would prefer to avoid any senseless quarreling with the other dorms. Only a fool would pick a fight with a herd of wild beasts out of idle curiosity, and I do not recall picking a fool for my vice housewarden. |
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But of course. As your vice housewarden, I would never do anything to disappoint you. I'd be lying if I said it didn't get my hunter's blood boiling every time I look at him, though. I so ache to corner that calm, collected quarry just enough to make him bare his fangs. Oh, to find myself in the position to make him squirm! |
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A most enticing prospect, to be sure... But if I were to join the Spelldrive Club, I wouldn't be able to assist you with the Film Club you run. Hence, it's out of the question. |
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My, my. Now you're talking like a model vice housewarden. |
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I mean it, you know. Did I not say as much regarding my enrollment in the Science Club? Creating smoke and dyes is my way of providing support for the film aesthetic you strive for. That means more than anything else to me right now...because it means I can support something beautiful with my love. |
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It's true—there is nothing in this school more beautiful than I. My vice housewarden deserves a front-row seat to bear witness to my life's work. I urge you to exercise discretion and ensure that you do not lose that seat. ...Because I would replace you immediately if you got our dorm into trouble. |
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I'll tread carefully to avoid getting sacked. I happen to quite like my position, you see. After all, it gives me the closest view there is of you, dear Vil—o fairest in the school! |
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So you say. Now cease your rambling and take your lab work more seriously. It wouldn't do for the Pomefiore vice housewarden to fail an assignment and tarnish our good name. |
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Oui! |
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