"Would you do me the 'courtesy' of repeating that?" Kalusozalna uttered coldly, one fist planted firmly on the side of his chin as the elbow of the same arm was digging into the acrylic glass table, mainly in the spot where deep cracks crawled out from. His unrelenting glare, unbroken by even blinking a single time, was potent, transcending the bounds of verbal-only communication to send shivers down everyone present on the call.

  [Kalusozalna Life is a very tall, snow white skinned, four-hundred-eighty-three-year-old demon kitrunai, with the appearance of a twenty-five-year-old human; he has neck-low, spikey, pale cyan hair with cyan gradient ends. Cyan eyes with a glowing, narrow slit through each of his pupils that have a dark green, green, and light green gradient. Eleven, large, nine-feet-long, bushy, pale cyan kitsune tails, with cyan mana ends. And, fluffy, pale cyan kitsune ears, with cyan mana ends]

  [Kaluso is wearing a large, ankle-length white trench coat, with metalic cyan rectangular clips running around the hem of the coat, and there are gaps between the clips. The collar of his coat is popped up with a studded pin of a silver, cartoony stopwatch on the left side. The underside of the coat is a deep, reflective cyan. The lower half of his trench coat splits into five segments from the base up to around the knee area. Light black jeans with silver threading on the sides. And, large black boots with silver soles]

  :Attributes:

  [Base]

  [Mana Capacity: UR]

  [Mana Control: X]

  [Mana Tolerance: U]

  [Advanced]

  [Affinity: Life Magic]

  [Proficiency: Restoration and Regeneration]

  [Complex]

  [Speciality: Soul Enigmata]

  [Stigma: Life]

  [Class: Eternal Sage]

  [Tome/Instrument/Catalyst limit: 5]

  "Can you not ruin my tables every time a meeting is held? Do you know how much time it takes to make something that can withstand any sort of beating from any of the offensively impressive members of the Ultracous Magikrouso!" an angry, very childish, girly voice voiced over the square-based pyramid at the centre of the circular table, that shone a bright pink any time the maker of the table barked at Kaluso. "I won't even get a break after this mana vent nonsense when I get ba-"

  "Rambling like ever, Tiliana Crest."

  That short sentence from Kaluso shut Tiliana up, maybe more along the lines of holding her tongue, seeing how the leader of the Ultracous Magikrouso wasn't in the mood to listen to her complaint. Watching the light of the communication curio fade fully, signifying that the girl would voice her complaints to him in a less formal setting, Kaluso deeply sighed, making the communication curio flicker purple as anxious mumbles momentarily broke through.

  "I-um, just got reports on how the seal on your child's body has been broken, sir," the guy making a report mumbled out, voice trembling as he quickly bidded his leave and cut contact.

  "I honestly don't need this kinda nonsense so early in my day-" Like a twist of karma, the kitsune-esque guy found himself the subject of being interrupted mid-sentence and silenced, not that he felt any particular way about it. Somehow, his lack of reaction ticked off his fellow group member, leading her into a pouty huffing fit before angrily ending her connection to the call.

  "It's noon," Alureino grumbled, causing the communication curio to flicker a dark grey from it registering her as the present speaker, followed by it turning orange as some upbeat snickering fluttered through that same device.

  "Say, Ino~. What'sa the chances that boy you're constantly whining about is involved?" That question was swiftly followed up by a deep, exhausted groan of disappointment, like she'd been forced to think of something truly unpleasant that she'd been trying to ignore up until that very moment.

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  "Abibalokua, please don't jinx things for me. I was already getting a headache the moment I heard something so close to that boy's home village was the focus of this discussion."

  "Then I shall be able to trust you with checking this boy's relevance or irrelevance to this incident?" Kaluso stated calmly, almost to an emotionally absent level, given the content and cause for the meeting being called in the first place.

  "Not like I'd be able to not to if he is," Alureino grumbled before a loud, but distant, bang boomed through the communication curio, followed by the reluctant teacher deeply groaning and ending her connection with the call.

  "Half of us attended this time around," Kaluso whispered to himself as he sat in the dark, circular room. Making no effort to ascend from his seat, in fact, he rested even harder into his tails, which were sandwiched between himself and the seat. The long-lived demon slowly removed his hand from his chin and affectionately rubbed the silver pin. He closed his eyes, pondering over many things, but ultimately decided that to ask such a thing of Alureino might have been uncouth for him to impose on her.

  Not even five minutes later, back in the woman's homeroom, Alureino slapped the sides of her head, followed by a swift drop of her chin onto her podium. The woman's deflated huffs of moral defeat filled the room, leaving Inkaro tilting his head perplexedly, to which Morilore and Awaux88 mimicked as they sat on the guy's shoulders.

  "Can't. You. Go. A. Single. Day without causing commonsense to go into anaphylactic shock? First, a fully sentient grimoire with a puppet alter ego; the next, a stigmai in a physical form descending from the sky and into the academy, solely because you were there!?" Alureino bellowed in lowercase, speedily running out of steam all throughout her rhetorical question before deeply shivering as every ounce of her strength disappeared the second the last of her words left her mouth.

  Ignoring the strife her creator had caused his homeroom teacher, Morilore bulldozed through every thought her simulated mind could generate and pinpointed the question Lizu would most likely ask if she were present: "How are you so sure they're a stigmai?"

  "Are you really asking such an obvious question? Or are you capable of being rhetorical?" Alureino grumbled, sporting a fierce glare of mild respect at Morilore for Inkaro's absurd talent for making something so lifelike in how annoying Morilore was being. Lowering her gaze until she was face down on the pillow of her podium, a single train of thought began to chug its way through her mind, "There is no way I can say to them that it's because only stigmai can freely pass through the academy's barrier... At least it means they're not malicious... but troublesome is still on the table, regretably."

  Awaux88 blankly stared down Alureino, more acutely, at her horn-worn wedding ring, before slowly raising an extended finger to the woman.

  "It is-"

  "Now-now, {Awaux88}. It's rude to force people to do things-" Alureino snapped her fingers many times in quick succession until all three of her audience members were focusing on her again, in the order of: Awaux88, Morilore, G.Galore, and finally Inkaro.

  "And that's how I know they're a stigmai, you said their true name and I didn't hear a wink of it," Alureino said bluntly, such bluntness being softened out by the woman having her face buried in her pillow.

  "Oh," all three —who weren't named Alureino— vocalised in united acknowledgement. Morilore leaned slightly toward Awaux88 and whispered something into their ear, which Inkaro vaguely heard was about Awaux88 needing a more vocally accessible name to be referred to by other than herself and Inkaro.

  Raising a hand to the back of his head, which he managed to reach thanks to Morilore being distracted, and shamefully ruffled up his hair, not that it made a visible difference. With a short sigh, Inkaro stated respectfully as possible, "I apologise for the trouble my own and these two's actions have caused you, Mrs."

  The woman weakly waved her hands in a jazzy fashion, silently stating how it supposedly wasn't worth getting worried about any further, since what's done was done and all. With that, the woman waved the three off, stating she'd have to file extra paperwork if she kept Inkaro from his triple-long class any further. Once she was sure the three were out of earshot, by waiting over ten minutes to be safe, the mentally and spiritually drained teacher emotionally melted behind her podium, dropping to the floor with a light thud.

  Bringing her hand to and covering her face, wishing nothing more than to scream every roof of Solicrave Academy, Alureino tightly squeezed her palms against her face: "How am I going to phrase things to him? I mean, I can't just call him and say: hey, turns out the body of your daughter got possessed by a random stigmai that ended up where you laid her to rest."

  "But if I delay, he'll be more frustrated that I held such info over what happened to his daughter's body. Why do the heads of the demon race's top four noble families have to be so absent in the expression department... another rhetorical question. Demon magic tools can be influenced by emotions or something... can't believe I'm glad I lost at that drawing lots thing, and Kal didn't. Not even he could've kept his compo... or maybe he could. Urg, now I'm rambling like Tiliana."