The Student

“The next companion used to enjoy a quiet life in the suburbs. Some teenage drama, a bit of high school angst. But nothing that would have prepared her for life at an university where monster stalk the shadows to play cruel games with the hearts of others. ”

The picture that appeared was almost stereotypically anime. A large monster held two girls in it’s tentacles, both stripped to their underwear. Another girl in a frilly uniform was blasting the remaining tentacles apart with a ball of energy. Probably invoking the power of love and/or friendship as she brandished her glowing staff.

“ But when faced with a world where demons lead ordinary people down a path of debauchery and excess, she choose to act instead of wilful ignorance. The demon that took hold of her, was exorcised before it could drive this companion to really indulge her own dark impulses.”

Another scene appeared. The monsters two victims were lying **** on the ground, and the magical girl was in the process of putting a trenchccoat around the shoulders of a naked and shell-shocked girl covered in black ichor.

But it must still have been oh so tempting to take the offered memory wipe. Instead she resolved to confront the darkness in her heart and the city, and help in what small way she could. A decision that prompted quite some fan mail, asking for her to be promoted from victim-of-the-week to recurring character. Sadly we could only swing a few guest appearances due to budgetary issues. ”

Another image appeared: The magic girl lying in a hospital-bed, bandages covering her forehead. A girl was standing beside the bed, a relieved smile on her face. It was probably the same one the girl had given the trenchcoat too, but it was hard to be certain with those stylized faces. She looked…. plain. Especially next to the supposed main character with her huge blue eyes, that mass of perfect golden hair and the hospital gown clinging to her generous curves. The other girl by contrast had short black hair, a face that was sorta-cute in the way all girls in anime are cute by default and a slim, almost lanky, figure.

“Fresh from Shoutan University: The Student!”

This new life sucked balls.

The student wasn’t really into all that geeky stuff, but weren’t Japanese cartoons supposed to be a power fantasy? At least the ones that weren’t porn. You woke up in another world, got told how special you are and then you got to show up all the bullies and mean people.

Was she supposed to be one of the bullies Jeff got to show up? Was that it!? The student clenched her hand in anger at the unfairness. It was true that she did give the guy a hard time during high-shool. But she didn’t deserve to be ripped away from her family for that! Or to be turned into a fucking girl to heap on the humiliation!

The one small, VERY small, blessing was; that she wasn’t jailbait. This girl was apparently in university. A university that required her to work around in a ridiculously short skirt, but at the very least she was old enough to drink.

Which was the sole reason the student kept sitting there as the lesson droned on, instead of starting to throw tables around the room in a fit of helpless frustration.

That and that she was afraid to find out that she couldn’t even lift the desk, let alone throw it. Because it hadn’t been enough to take her dick. They’d taken away years of sweat on the field too. Not for the first time the student looked down at the soft hands holding her pen and fought back tears of frustration.

Maybe she SHOULD go on a bit of a rampage. That cursed woman had said nothing she did here really mattered and leaning into the anger was better than starting to bawl. But Amora had also said this was a television show. Or something very much like a television show, and the students pride wouldn’t let her get caught on camera crying like a little girl OR throwing a tempter tantrum.

If these assholes wanted drama they were in for a lot of disappointment. There just wasn’t enough blood between the student and Sherwood to fuel a delicious comeuppance story. They had parted as anything but friends, but the Student refused to believe Jeff would condone anyone loosing their dick, even if he thought they were a bit of a jerk.

The girl stepping out of the smoke was surprisingly similar to her anime-counterpart on screen: A Japanese girl with a slightly messy pixie cut that didn’t quite reach her neck and a face that was -if not cute- at least cute-ish. She wore a dark red blazer and grey skirt just like in the hospital scene. But without anime-physics causing fabric to cling to skin in flattering ways her clothes looked a lot more like something an actual student at a prestigious academy might wear. And she really was that skinny in real life, with almost unnaturally long coltish legs that were the stand-out feature on an otherwise very ..boyish figure.

She was also very clearly suppressing a lot of anger.

The heated gaze of the newcomer was mostly on Amora until she reached the bottom. “Hello Jeff,” she greeted him with a faint accent, her voice very controlled “It is nice to see you again. “ she managed a small smile as she added ” And please don’t worry. I know you are not to blame for this.” before retreating back to the second row to take her seat.

Well that made two supposed companions who very obviously didn’t want to be here.

“It really was not my intention to let you stew inside that set-piece for so long, dear companion.” Amora tried but got nothing but a flat stare in return “ We had a few technical difficulties that had to be addressed, but there was no time to adjust the time-dilation. I really do apologize for the wait. ”

When the student just rolled her eyes and made a little annoyed grunt in lieu of answering, the host turned back towards Jeff “Well it is for the best I suppose. The last two companions are probably getting stir crazy too.” And once again Jeff found himself ‘helping’ with the summons without meaning to.