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OOC: Actually @Naoto; read my post better, Jordan named Will among the people that would be helping out with the magic show.
Jordan's group was led towards the Eastern Fountain, a large circular fountain that stood in the center of a circle formation made out of bricks. "Is this the place?" Anna wondered curiously as the group reached the fountain, she looking around in search for the person that made the request.
"Yeah, the guy should be here," Jordan nodded his head as he looked down at the note with the request listed on it.
"I'm not a guy, I resent that!" Jordan raised his head and turned towards the fountain, only for a girl with long lush brown hair appear out of thin air. She was wearing a black cape and top hat along with a white shirt and purple skirt underneath. "You guys must be the Assist Club," she smiled, a gleam in her blue eyes.
***
Once Neil and Lucina made it to the facility they were met by two boys, one with short black hair and brown eyes and another one with brown hair and square shaped glasses. "You guys must be the ones the Assist Club sent," the one with black hair spoke. 'I'm Riley and this is Duncan."
Erika was left sitting on the couch, her left foot continuously tapping against the floor. "So," Erika said to to remaining people in the room. "How goes life?"
Meanwhile, Zane followed Jordan and the group to the Eastern Fountain. His eyes fell to the girl's outfit. "Yes we are the Assist club." He couldn't help but think he could make her attire look much better.
Felix chuckled at Erika's attempt to break the silence.
"Life goes well," he replied, still plucking the strings on his guitar. "I'm really liking the school so far. It seems like they've got everything here. How about you?"
Erika weakly smiled in response to Felix. "It's okay I guess; I never seem to be of any use for the club besides cooking for them." She said, seeing no need to hold back her feelings. "I shouldn't be defined by my hobby."
Felix shrugged, sensing that Erika felt under-appreciated.
"I'm sure that's not totally true," he said, trying to cheer her up slightly. He was terrible at offering advice, since he could never do much except state the blatantly obvious that didn't really help much anyways. "And hey, at least they appreciate something you do. Some people just don't agree with anything you do. No matter how hard you try, they just--"
Felix cut himself off, realizing he was starting to talk about his own personal feelings instead. He cleared his throat, before returning to his original train of thought. "Have you tried doing other things to try and help?"
"...You shouldn't talk like that...There just hasn't been a request yet...actually didn't you have to cook for the Seven Stars once?" Danny comforted her, looking up from his book.
Erika continued to frown at Felix's response, his attempt at comforting her only rewarding him a simple, "Thanks." She always tried to help, not like that actually accomplished anything. The one other thing she was once considered talented at was suddenly severed off after a terrible accident. Whether accident was the correct word to use or not was up for debate. She listened to Danny, her mood only rising slightly.
"Yeah, but that went without saying anything. They gave that to me because they figured I cook. I've actually never been given another job not relating to anything culinary."
Felix looked down, frowning slightly. He could never seem to give good advice. He still hated to see people sad though, and he wanted some way to ease the mood. He thought for a moment, when an idea struck him. He put his notepad down, and put his fingers on the strings of his guitar.
Nathan had never been very good at this sort of thing. Not knowing what else to do, he took Erika's hands in his and muttered, "Do you really think that's all I see in you?"
Erika slightly smiled at Felix's playing as music always found a way to calm her. She was about to respond to Danny, but Nathan took her by the hands and began to talk to her. His words saddened her slightly, and she wasn't exactly sure how to respond. "No, of course not." There was a hint of doubt in her voice.
"But really isn't everyone being picked based on their skill anyway?" Dia pointed out from where he was sitting as he listened to the others. "I mean, I don't have any other specific talents without cooking either,' he scratched the back of his head and leaned against the couch he was sitting in. "But this is a club to help others so if you feel like you want to help out shouldn't you ask?"
Erika looked over at Dia and sighed. "Isn't being part of the Assist Club enough? Doesn't that show I want to help?" Her eyes fell to the floor before looking up again. "Yes I believe we should be assigned jobs according to our skills, but how often is there a cooking job? There's more I can do than cook." Her thought began to race to the past again until Danny's question arose in her mind.
"I loved that." Erika said, a gentle smile on her face. "Though I was assigned no job at all to prep and I was eventually forced to cook crappy mini pizzas for everyone, not to mention I wasn't exactly in the best state of mind then. I was given the role simply because I had nothing else to do. Everyone else was busy with their own jobs. I was..." She shook her head. "Actually, never mind." She pulled her hands away from Nathan's. "I hate feeling like this." She stood up and walked out of the room, her memory beginning to fade back to her father, and how she couldn't do anything.
"Felix. Dia. You two are in charge." Nathan said quickly as he got up and went to the door. "Anything comes up, text me." He added, not thinking about the simple fact that neither of them had his number. But then he was gone, catching up to Erika in the hallway. Gently, he took her hand, not saying anything for a few moments. He just wanted to let her know that he was there. If she wanted to talk she would.
Dia blinked for a moment as he saw Erika leave, a bit confused as to why she had run off like that. "Guess I hit a sore spot," he said while looking down at the floor before looking over at Felix. "You play a mean guitar though," he said towards him while looking a this guitar curiously. "I've always wanted to learn."
***
Riley and Duncan lead Lucina and Neil into the building before taking them to a small square-shaped room. There were other members of the tech branch inside of the room, but they seemed to be inspecting a large robot of some kind. "This is our project," Riley replied with an air of pride in his voice. "The RTRRX3000, we call him Arty"
"You see this is actually info that won't be revealed till a few days but the branch is organizing a robot war, we found out from one of the teachers the other day and decided to start work on this early," Duncan said, his voice sounding way deeper than what you'd expect for someone with his built. "We were working on it in private and then brought it here, but we have this really big problem right now."
"Basically whenever we start it off he kind of...goes all Terminator on us," Riley chuckled nervously.
***
"Anyways, my name is Gwen," Gwen said as she looked at Jordan and the rest of the group he was with before beginning to scan each one of them throughly. "I assume you guys came to see what I would need."
"Pretty much yeah," Jordan nodded his head in agreement to Gwen, who just smirked.
"Well, I do need someone to work on clothes, the set and all those things," she pointed out with a shrug as she looked at Jordan. "And I also need three assistants."
"Well I could be one," Anna pointed to herself while smiling. "I guess we can get Erika and someone else to be the other assistant."
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