[You might not want to ask why Yotsuyu is crooning at the pitcher-plant armed with a knife, dodging or deflecting its blows with her fan as she makes attempts at persuasion...can it even understandher? She seems to think so...]
Now now, you need not be so violent! Would you not like to be sheltered from harsh weather, with a window for sun all to yourself, and the finest mulch and bonemeal mixed into your soil? You shall have your own pot, and all I ask is for you to guard my quarters for me...
(Attempt to rescue or dissuade her as you will!)
Bullies. Of course.
[They are, of course, up to their tricks--but being unable to cow Yotsuyu through sheer thuggishness or spellcasting, the quartet attempts other skullduggery. Rifling through her lesson plan while she's yet to come in to the room, going through her things, leaving a tack on her chair? Check. One even fumigates the classroom with something akin to a stinkbomb.
They may yet regret going up against the Espionage instructor. But for now, you may find her among the rest of her students, coughing to get fumes out of her lungs, while the perpetrators laugh their fool heads off.]
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[You might not want to ask why Yotsuyu is crooning at the pitcher-plant armed with a knife, dodging or deflecting its blows with her fan as she makes attempts at persuasion...can it even understandher? She seems to think so...]
Now now, you need not be so violent! Would you not like to be sheltered from harsh weather, with a window for sun all to yourself, and the finest mulch and bonemeal mixed into your soil? You shall have your own pot, and all I ask is for you to guard my quarters for me...
(Attempt to rescue or dissuade her as you will!)
Bullies. Of course.
[They are, of course, up to their tricks--but being unable to cow Yotsuyu through sheer thuggishness or spellcasting, the quartet attempts other skullduggery. Rifling through her lesson plan while she's yet to come in to the room, going through her things, leaving a tack on her chair? Check. One even fumigates the classroom with something akin to a stinkbomb.
They may yet regret going up against the Espionage instructor. But for now, you may find her among the rest of her students, coughing to get fumes out of her lungs, while the perpetrators laugh their fool heads off.]
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