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High-res Assets for Leona Kingscholar - Relaxing In Room

Dialogue, animations, and extra assets can be found on Drive: Link

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Some portraits!

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where my treinfuckers at

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[ a memory from the city of flowers ]

I've seen some discussion on what if trein met lilia in his youth, only for him to see Lilia again decades later at NRC and I find it so funny

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I wanted his fins to be as long as a mantle

how appropriate is it to tag a mermay in June ahaha

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♣️👑 doodle

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trey's rough morning

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Heartslabyul going crazy lowkey

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Jamil Viper sd sprites - Nightmare Before Christmas

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Me and my friends talked about this earlier so i thought i'd make a poll about it

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How about Crewel talking to Trey and Rook’s families about what they do in Science Club?

Crewel voice) I don't get paid enough for this.

Decided to just do Mr. + Mrs. Hunt and Mr. + Mrs. Clover since all of the Hunt and Clover siblings added might make the lab too chaotic.

Family means Nobody is Forgotten or Left Behind.

Alchemy Lab #4 was Science Club's stage for the day.

The lab benches had been maneuvered into neat rows. Each member of the club claimed one for themselves, decorating the bench as they pleased. Banners and cloths draped over exposed wooden surfaces, charts and graphs mounted up, diagrams and dioramas artfully put together. Curious parents and siblings wandered, peering at the tables in turn.

"These are the projects your sons submitted for the upcoming Science Fair we'll be putting on," Crewel announced as he paced the room, lightly tapping his pointer against an open palm. "Please take your time to browse through each exhibit. I, as well as my students, will be circulating. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to flag one of us down."

He continued down the line of benches, passing a number of normal projects. "Personal Qualities of a Mage & the Impact on Affinity with Varying Familiar Animals", "Mandrake Processing Methods for Maximum Potency", "The Magic Gene: 10% of Humans"... Crewel came to a hard stop as a jubilant shout sliced through the room.

"Très magnifique!"

Ugh, he grimaced. Not this again.

Crewel made his way to the back left corner, where the disruption had originated.

"Rook..." Trey was saying from behind his bench-- "The Long-Term Effects of Sugar Consumption on Tooth Decay". He had displayed several jars with various liquids and a single tooth, in various stages of rot, in each. In a beaker, white sugar had been piled high to indicate how many spoonfuls were found in a single can of soda.

At the bench next to him, Rook mouthed off. He moved his hands in an animated manner as he rambled, as if he were an actor exaggerating his performance. "Chevalier des Roses! Fufufu, what good fortune it is that our fates crossed on this momentous occasion. I was very curious to see the fruits of your labor--and you did not disappoint! Those delightful samples you've acquired, might I ask how you came upon them?

"What, the baby teeth?" Trey pushed his glasses up. "I asked my little brother and sister to donate those to me, and they were happy to oblige. I thought it would help my exhibit out if I had real life visuals."

"Ahhh, how very resourceful of you!!" The huntsman's eyes gleamed with mischief. "For your next project, might I suggest conducting the same experiment but with the teeth of various beasts?"

Trey's laughter was soft and strained. "And just how do you think I'd get my hands on those kinds of teeth...?"

"I would be more than happy to assist, should you need it!"

Trey said nothing--didn't need to, for the alarm on his face said it all. His eyes passed over Rook's own bench: "Curiosities of Night Raven College Campus: A Compendium of Captivating Creatures". His peer had constructed a highly detailed miniature of the school, the buildings hand-painted and the flora made of papercraft. There were signs posted around the mini-campus, indicating key points of interest: a trio of merpeople (an octopus and two moray eels) splashing in a puddle of water, a sleepy lion beastman nestled among the flowers, a dragon fae on the rooftops and nestled with the gargoyles, and more.

I can see why Art is his best subject, Trey thought, and I'd be impressed if I wasn't also kind of put-off by it.

"Er... Thanks, but no thanks, I'm good."

"I didn't realize you had such... interesting friends, Trey," coughed a mild-looking man in glasses. Tufts of green hair stuck out from under his cap.

"He's very spirited and very creative," a woman in a similar hat and hairstyle commented. She gingerly wiped the back of her hand on her pant leg, as if wiping off a kiss that had been planted there earlier.

A blonde couple with faces strikingly similar to Rook's chuckled. They whispered to each other in a foreign language. Then the woman of the pair spoke.

"Forgive him. Rook has been plagued by curiosity since he was but a child and has a tendency to be rather excitable--but that is part of his allure, non? And you, Mister Clover, are worthy of his attention."

"M-Mister Clover?" Trey was too stunned to immediately reply. "Er, Mister Clover is my dad. You can just call me Trey or something..."

"Monsieur Clover," the blonde man said. "Your project is fascinating. Tell me, do you hold opinions on dissolving other body parts in corrosive liquids?"

"Um... I hope that's not implying what I think you're implying, sir..."

Crewel loudly cleared his throat. "Ah-HEM!!"

His students visibly snapped to attention.

"Hunt. Clover. I certainly hope you pups aren't causing a disturbance for our guests," Crewel said, his stern tone a warning.

“No, Professor—not at all. We were just presenting our research to our parents and got a little carried away.”

“The mistake was ours! I apologize for the outburst. When the thrill of a scientific discovery grabs hold of me… fufufu, it is most difficult to contain. I will be more mindful next time.”

“There had better not BE a next time. Return to giving your presentations properly!”

“Yeah, got it.”

“Oui!”

Crewel turned away and put an arm out, corralling the Clovers and Hunts. He steered them away from Trey and Rook’s benches. “There are many other projects to see. Leave your boys be, they’ll only cause more trouble if you throw them a bone.”

“Oh my, is Trey causing you trouble?” Mrs. Clover asked. “But he’s always behaved himself at home. Helps with the chores, looks after his siblings. I can’t imagine that he’d be cruel.”

“On the contrary, he’s one of the few club members that attempts to keep a leash on things. The operative word there being attempts. His success rate varies,” Crewel snorted. “No, his trouble comes in his own obsessions. Every other meeting he’s whipping up cake in the labs when he knows full well experiments shouldn’t be edible! He claims hems hunting for ‘the optimal ratio of leavening agents’.”

“Oops, sounds like the baker in him slipped out,” Mr. Clover joked—taking the news in stride.

“Do you eat the cake afterwards?”

“No, we do not eat the cake afterwards,” Crewel groaned at Mrs. Hunt’s question. “It’s a clear and present safety hazard, so we dispose of it.”

“Such a shame.” She craned her head. “… Do you think there’s a student here that has looked into how much of various poisons can be feasibly consumed before starting to experience physiological reactions to them?”

“As I’ve said, madam…! We do not ingest our experiments, and students’ safety is our number one priority! I implore you to consider less morbid research topics.”

Mr. Hunt leaned into her ear, whispering something. When he pulled back, she nodded. An unknown agreement made.

“How is Rook doing in club then?” Mr. Hunt inquired, picking up where his wife had left off. “I suspect his love for exploration and the unknown persists in his extracurriculars.”

Crewel clicked his tongue. “Perhaps too much so. It’s often his messes that Clover is correcting! Most of the other club members are too frightened to approach him thanks to the bag of wild animal skulls he brought back with him from the woods! The week before that, he conjured an explosive potion.”

“Hahaha, very good.”

The Hunts shared a laugh. Like wind chimes, quiet as they tinkled in the wind. Eerie if one listened for too long, and then fixated on the silence that followed.

Crewel carefully regarded them. His eyes then drifted to the Clovers. Mr. Clover had an arm around his wife, and together they looked like a portrait of blissful domesticity.

… Looking at these sets of parents, it’s clear to see where Hunt and Clover got their… everything from.

The teacher shook his head.

The apples don’f fall far from their trees, hmm?

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NRC having beef with the embodiments of kindness (RSA students) has always been hilarious to me

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“Back in Tartarus… you told me I was not like you, and to come back when I've exhausted my options,” Jamil said, his voice steady, but the slight tremble of his fingers betrayed his anger. “Well, I'm here now, and this is my last one,” Jamil held his gaze, “do you want me to be the same as you?” Jamil is suffering a generational curse and he desperately needs someone to help free him. So naturally he asks for the most reliable partner; Leona Kingscholar.

HELLO!! I've been working on this fic for a while now, and happy to show you all the first chapter >:3! It will be two chapters in total, so please look forward to it~

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ridoruuuu

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Ko-fi

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Trey 2