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What We Learned at Rokudai Chapter 23 - Out – - Friday, December 12th - "One more week. Just one more week, and then...-" Katrina sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled through her mouth. "-...and then we're done." "Shit, man," Jane grumbled. "When's your first final?" "Monday," Katrina sighed. "Damn. Sorry." Jane scratched the edge of her nostrils as she paused, deciding what to say. Sympathy, right, uh, optimism? "Don't got any 'til Tuesday. Gives me all Monday to study n' shit. Sucks, though. For you." Crap. "Yea..." Katrina stared blankly at her laptop case for a moment, eyes glazed over. "Well, still got the weekend, huh?" Jane of...

What We Learned at Rokudai Chapter 22 - Raindrops (Part 2) --"You're overdoing it, Juniper," Ruka pointed out. Juniper could detect in her voice that she was attempting to be polite in her criticism but was in actuality quite irked. This was the third run that she'd cut off prematurely. "What do you mean ?" she groaned, confused. "When we hit that part everything needs to quiet down." "I am quieting down." "No, but...-" Katrina interjected tiredly. "Hun, it's not enough. You're still too loud." "Ugh." Like you have any idea what you're talking about. "That's great that you're, like, improving and stuff," Ruka added, clearly not as pl...

What We Learned at Rokudai Chapter 22 - Raindrops (Part 1) --- Saturday, December 6th - Maya's rusty voice came out clear through the Java Dragon's sound system, her eyes glued to her page as she read aloud at a crawling, thoughtful pace. "The Black Rose grows Straight, tall, and proud. It will not wait, As it knows not how to bow." Aaron took a sip of his tea and nodded his head slowly, soaking in his friend's poetry as best he could. "Wilted petals, Dagger thorns. No water will it take. No halo, no horns, Only its soil, its soul, Burned ash, Black." "Doesn't seem like a very cheery poem," Aaron facetiously whispered to his neighbor, ...

What We Learned at Rokudai Chapter 21 - Space (Part 2) -- - Thursday, December 4th - The sweeping vista overcame him, the lush jungle far below enriching to the eyes. The mystic temple that resided on the cliff's edge was blurry and out of focus in the distance. Aaron stared at it with concentration, trying to make out the details. Once he figured those out, he could actually paint them in. Aaron was slumped before his unfinished piece of art, which had been untouched for five minutes now, his eyes glazed over in thought. His fingers were crusted in green and blue hues, dry remnants of a rainbow plastered to his white House of Aero shirt...