Rasazy's Fundamental Paper Education AU 2.0

Time Before The Chase

Lana and Rasazy exchanged perplexed glances as they observed Abbie continuing to scream gibberishly. Moments after collapsing, he jolted awake, his panic only escalating. Miss Grace's patience wore thin; the volume of Abbie's outburst increased, prompting her to approach him. With a swift flick of her hand, she applied a sharp force to Abbie's forehead, jolting him from his mental breakdown. The abruptness, however, was painful enough to knock Abbie unconscious once more.

Lana rushed to Abbie's side, gently lifting him and cradling his head in her hands. With a soft touch, she tended to his forehead, offering comfort and reassurance amidst the chaos.

Rasazy raised an eyebrow at Miss Grace's unconventional method, recognizing the potential risks involved. "Miss Grace, don't you think that's a little risky for breaking Abbie out of his mental breakdown?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Miss Grace remained impassive, her expression devoid of emotion. "Perhaps for ordinary people. However, my prolonged exposure to the school has bestowed upon me some unique abilities; one of them is the Domain of the Mind, albeit limited. Breaking someone out of their mental breakdown is as routine for me as paperwork."

With Miss Grace's explanation, Rasazy pieced together the puzzle, albeit skeptically. "Even so, couldn't you just, I don't know, snap Abbie out of it from where you were standing?"

"To utilize this specific ability, I simply need to make physical contact with the individual for a few seconds," Miss Grace explained, her gaze fixed on the window, her demeanor unreadable.

"Miss Grace, that's not what I meant," Rasazy interjected, frustration creeping into her tone. "If all you need is a simple touch to affect someone's mind, why bother flicking Abbie's head?"

Miss Grace turned towards Rasazy, raising a finger to emphasize her points. "Firstly, it's to prove a point," she began, raising a second finger. "Secondly, I detest excessive noise or the useless use of one's voice." With a third finger raised, she added, "And finally, we wouldn't want to alert Miss Circle to our current location, would we?"

Upon hearing Miss Grace's response, Rasazy halted her questioning, shifting her focus to finding a solution to their current predicament. "Since you can't make Miss Circle and her accomplices cease their hunt for Abbie," she began, gesturing toward him, "what can we actually do to ensure he isn't mauled or killed by Miss Circle?"

"Well, you can certainly ensure Student Abbie survives, albeit temporarily," Miss Grace began, her tone grim. "Miss Circle will never cease to find a way to kill him. She will exploit every advantage and opportunity to ensure that students who fail her end up as her dinner or dead. It may not be today or this week, but eventually, she will succeed unless..."

Rasazy's curiosity peaked, prompting her to inquire further. "Unless what?" she pressed, eager for more information.

"Unless you have a thousand or millions of Oreo packs stashed away somewhere, or you possess a power greater than Miss Circle's to make her think twice before acting against you, or you somehow convince Miss Circle to spare Abbie due to his failure in math, it's nearly impossible to sway her decision," Miss Grace responded to Rasazy's question, her voice solemn and steady. She leaned back slightly in her chair, the weight of her words pressing down on the air in the room. "Once Miss Circle sets her mind on something, she ensures it's done."

The silence that followed felt thick and heavy, each second stretching out as Rasazy processed the gravity of Miss Grace's statement. A sense of helplessness began to seep in, pooling in the pit of her stomach. "If the three of you can't find a permanent solution," Miss Grace concluded, her tone growing more somber, "then perhaps it's time to accept the grim reality that Abbie's chances of survival are slim."