<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natsuki Akuzawa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near the pool<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First day, afternoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>School uniform<br/><strong>With:</strong>Tatsuo, Sarah, Amara, Eva, Jonathan<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Leaving the scene.<br/><br/><strong>“Guh.”</strong>Natsuki expressed her distaste for the conversation with a rather unpleasant noise. What pointless tap-dancing around the subject Jonathan was engaging in; he’d already called it the “Abnormal support club”, so how was switching to the “politically correct” term supposed to fix things, if anyone was really offended by it. Not that Natsuki was offended. Indeed, she was more annoyed by the desperate attempt to pour the sugar on the terminology than by using the “A-word”.<br/><br/>For the moment, she ignored Jonathan and bowed politely to Amara.<strong>“You’re welcome,”</strong>she said, then added sheepishly:<strong>“Though I really didn’t help much.”</strong>Apparently not as much as the flamboyant Eva did, in any case.<br/><br/>Then her attention was wholly captivated by Tatsuo’s hand on her shoulder. Either Anarchy hadn’t been Tatsuo’s type, or Tatsuo was an incorrigible player, because he seemed to be dropping some intriguing hints. Even if he<em>was</em>a player… it might be an interesting game….<br/><br/>She accepted his card touching it to her lips and smiling mischievously.<strong>“I might be interested in dropping by sometime,”</strong>she said, in the most deliberately noncommittal phrasing. Certainly one he was out of sight, she was going to be stashing that card someplace<em>very</em>secure, so as not to lose it.<br/><br/>But then her attention was brought back to Jonathan and his club offer. She sighed heavily and tucked her hands in her blazer pockets, a surly expression on her face.<strong>“Look, buddy. Way I see it, responsibility for fixing things don’t fall equally on both sides of this ‘fence’ of yours. It’s on the people who built the fucking fence to begin with. A club for freaks?”</strong>Natsuki deliberately used a particularly offensive slur for Abnormals, to pointedly counter Jonathan’s unnecessary niceties.<strong>“Please,”</strong>she scoffed.<strong>“You might as well make all the freaks who join wear an armband identifying them for all the bigots to target. Freaks don’t need no ‘support club’. The normies of this school need to get their asses together and form a ‘We’re Sorry for Treating You Like Animals Club’, and spend all their time grovelling and apologizing and making up for all the years of shit they dumped on us. <em>Then</em> I’d believe there’d actually been some progress.”</strong><br/><br/>Too late in her bitter monologue Natsuki realize she’d pretty plainly revealed that she was Abnormal to a stranger. But at this point she was too upset to care.<br/><br/><strong>“Whatever, man,”</strong>she shrugged, turning on her heel and walking away with her hands in her pockets, scowling.<strong>“You go ahead and get back to your ‘integration’ club.”</strong>