Status: Roselle

Systems: Offline

Lifeforce: 5%

Magic: 0%

Cannon Charge: 0%

Timer: N/A

Location: Unknown

Threat Assessment: N/A

Project Mage Data Collection: 15% Complete

In the silent expanse of her mind, Roselle found herself in an unfamiliar and surreal world. This was not like the fragmented memories she had visited before; instead, it felt like an empty canvas, waiting to be painted with her thoughts and emotions.

She remembered her sister Risebelle mentioning that her systems could communicate with her here, but so far, there had been no responses to her questions, no guidance. She looked around, searching for any sign of direction.

"Hello? Is anyone there? My system, are you here?"

The silence remained unbroken, and Roselle felt a growing sense of isolation. She wondered if something had gone wrong, if her systems were no longer functioning as they should.

Suddenly, In the midst of the echoing silence within her mind something finally emerged. It was bold speaker devoid of the hesitation that had lingered in the emptiness before.

"Project Mage," it rang out, addressing Roselle with the same term her Creator had used. The system didn't waste any time on pleasantries, instead getting straight to the point. "What do you want?"

Roselle was surprised not only by the sudden presence of her system but also by its directness. It didn't mince words. She had heard of her system before, but this was the first time she had ever experienced its presence directly. With a cautious tone, she asked,

"Are you... my system?"

"Yes, Project Mage, I am your system. My purpose is to guide and assist you in navigating the world, offering insights and knowledge to help you make informed decisions."

The system continued in its direct manner, not wasting any time. "Project Mage, you currently have 15% of Project Mage's data collected. Additionally, a new fragment of your memory has been found."

"Project Mage, you have a choice. You can choose to view this memory or, if you find it too daunting, you may opt to 'chicken out' of it.

Roselle raised an eyebrow at the term. "Chicken out?"

"Yes, chicken out," the system repeated without any hint of amusement. "However, I must emphasize that this memory is a continuation of your college days. Not everyone in this memory is as kind as you may think. It's essential to remember that, even after your experiences in the world you've been in, not everyone you encounter is necessarily good."

Roselle sighed. "I understand. It sounds important... but also, kind of scary."

"Fear is a natural response, Project Mage. But avoiding your memories will not aid in your growth or understanding. Viewing this memory is a crucial step in your journey."

Roselle pondered for a moment, then gave a small, nervous laugh. "You know, you could at least try to be a little more comforting. Maybe sprinkle in some bunny remarks or something."

There was a brief pause before the system responded with an entirely unamused tone. "Project Mage, Humor is not a part of my programming, and bunnies are irrelevant to this situation, Project Mage. Now, do you wish to view the memory or chicken out?"

Roselle, determined to uncover the truth and driven by the lingering mysteries from her past, responded firmly to the system, "I want to see the memory. I need to understand what happened, even if it's difficult. Show me the continuation." Her resolve was unwavering as she prepared to delve into another fragment of her past.

The system remained bold and direct, "Very well, Project Mage. Remember, the truth can be harsh, but it's essential for your understanding. Be bold and brave. I will initiate the memory sequence."

With that, the memory began to unfold before Roselle.

In an instant, Roselle found herself transported back to that pivotal moment in her past. The memories and emotions associated with that time flooded back, as if she had never left that day.

She stood there with Sarah and Harty, ready to confront their friends and uncover the truth behind the impersonation.

Sarah and Roselle found a quiet corner in the school courtyard where they could talk privately. Sarah hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Roselle," she began, "I know we've been planning to talk to our friends about all of this, but I have to admit, I'm nervous. I did try to talk to them when I came back to school, and they seemed normal, you know? But those glares they gave you... it makes me shiver."

Roselle nodded in understanding, her own anxiety mirrored in her friend's words. She replied softly, "I get it, Sarah. I'm nervous too. It's just hard to believe that the people we've been close to could act that way. Still, I need to figure this out. I’ll start by asking Michigo about it."

Sarah nodded in agreement with Roselle's suggestion. "You're right, Roselle. Let's start with Michigo. She's always been straightforward and honest. If anyone can shed light on what's been happening, it's her."

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They made their way to the Whales Karate club on campus; however, the door was locked meaning that classes were over.

Roselle glanced at her watch. "It looks like we might have just missed her. Michigo probably finished her training for the day."

Sarah and Roselle entered a place called Cafe Harmony. The previous disappointment was momentarily forgotten. They were greeted by the cheerful and the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

They approached the counter to place their orders and met an enthusiastic employee with a bright smile on their face.

"Welcome to Cafe Harmony!" the employee exclaimed. "We have a special deal tonight. If you order a meal, you get to choose a cake of any flavor for free! It's a sweet deal, isn't it?"

Sarah and Roselle looked at each other both smiling before turning back to the employee and both said, “That sounds fantastic!”

After placing their meal orders, they excitedly selected a cake flavor each for their dessert. It was a pleasant surprise that turned their evening around.

Roselle’s devoured her food with gusto. From the first bite, Roselle was hooked onto the taste. “So good!" she exclaimed between bites, savoring the flavors.

Sarah, on the other hand, took her time, appreciating each bite and relishing the meal slowly. She noticed Roselle had already finished her plate and chuckled. "Wow, Roselle, you were really hungry, weren't you? You didn't even wait for me you big whale!."

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Roselle's eyes widened in mock offense as she leaned back in her chair, patting her stomach dramatically. "Hey now, Sarah, watch it! I'm not that fishy!"

Sarah chuckled and rose one hand up to her own cheek. "Oh, come on, Roselle, don't be a ‘whale’ of a drama queen. Besides, I'm pretty sure I saw you eyeing my dessert before you even finished your main course!"

Roselle gasped, her hand flying to her chest. "How dare you accuse me of such a thing? I was merely admiring the craftsmanship of your cake, but you know, maybe taste wouldn't hurt..."

Before Sarah could protest, Roselle had already reached across the table and snagged a forkful of Sarah's dessert. She popped it into her mouth with a satisfied grin. "Mmm, delicious! Thanks for sharing, Sarah!"

Sarash blushed briefly with her mouth open then laughed. She then stopped with a serious look "Alright Mobdy dick, listen here. You took a bite out of my ...." Sarah suddenly grabbed a menu to get the fancy name of this dessert. 'Oceanic Delight Supreme.' Now you owe me a bite of your Choco Cheesecake!"

Roselle and Sarah continued to chat and enjoy their meal but soon, the doors opened and a figure in a karate uniform walked in. She had an athletic build, medium-trimmed hair, and a red headband that kept her hair in place. A green belt around her waist marked her martial arts prowess. It was clear that she took her training seriously.

Sarah nudged Roselle and whispered, "Roselle, that's Michigo. Let's go talk to her."

However, to their surprise, Michigo made a beeline for an empty table on the other side of them.

Sarah exchanged a puzzled look with Roselle. "That's strange. Michigo is usually so friendly. I wonder why she's avoiding us."

Roselle nodded in agreement, her curiosity piqued. "Let's go find out."

The two friends gathered their things and approached Michigo's table, but before they could say anything, Michigo spoke up with a hint of annoyance. "Sorry, I'm in the middle of something. Can we talk later?"

Sarah and Roselle was not expecting that at all. Unsure of how to proceed. They went back to their tables and waited.

Michigo's table was filled with several bowls of food.

Michigo began to eat heartily. Sarah and Roselle observed her from a distance.

Quietly and as inconspicuously as possible, they approached Michigo's table, attempting to join back without drawing too much attention. They found empty seats nearby and carefully sat down, hoping not to disrupt her meal.

With impressive speed, Michigo finished every last bit of food in front of her. She then took a deep breath and turned her attention to Sarah and Roselle who was sitting right across from her.

She cleared her throat and spoke with a smile, "You know, in the world of karate and martial arts, we have a saying: 'Train hard to eat hard.' It means that we push ourselves to our limits in training so that we can enjoy the rewards of a good meal no matter what it is. Discipline and hard work lead to moments like these!"

Sarah and Roselle listened intently, impressed by Michigo's dedication to her craft and the philosophy she shared. It was clear that she took her training seriously, and her words resonated with them.

Sarah leaned in and said, "Michigo, that's an incredible way to approach things. We actually wanted to talk to you about something important. It's related to Roselle and some strange events that have been happening."

Roselle nodded in agreement. "We believe that someone has been impersonating me, and it's causing a lot of confusion."

Michigo’s shifted from serious to contemplative as she considered their words. She folded her arms.

"An impersonation, you say?"

Sarah nodded and chimed in. “Yeah! We were wondering if you knew something about that.”

“I can't say I've noticed anything out of the ordinary, but I do have a few friends who might have known something…Let me make some calls and see what I can find out. If someone is messing with you, Roselle, they'll have to answer to me!"

As Michigo stepped away to make her calls, Roselle and Sarah exchanged hushed whispers.

"It seems like Michigo’s stomache was doing the talking," Sarah commented with a soft chuckle. "Maybe it's just Michigo being Michigo."

Roselle nodded in agreement, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Yeah, it's definitely her way of doing things. Let's hope she can find some helpful information for us."

They patiently waited for Michigo's return with any leads.

Michigo returned and sighed, showing frustration in her face. "I managed to get a hold of Tori, but the others... I can't reach them. It's like their numbers aren't in service anymore. I don't know what's going on."

Sarah brow furrowed in thought. “That’s super weird. Maybe we should check Tori?”

Roselle chimed in raising one fist. "We won't give up. We'll find out the truth, one way or another."

Michigo's eyes darted nervously between Roselle and Sarah, and a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. She cleared her throat and a hint of embarrassment in her tone, “Hey Roselle I... I want to say something to you. This morning, when I saw what your other friends were doing... I should have rushed in to help, but I... I froze up."

Roselle looked at Michigo with a warm smile, her understanding evident in her eyes. "Michigo, you don't need to -- “

Michigo interrupted and rose her voice. "No, Roselle, let me finish! It's not okay. It's not okay that I just stood there like some scared little girl. I always thought I was tougher than that, stronger than that, but when it came down to it, I froze up over a couple of girls! Just a bunch of mean girls, and I couldn't move."

She took a step closer to Roselle, and in her eyes she could see the pain Michigo was going through. “I’ve been training in Karate for crying out loud! I should have been able to handle it. I should have been able to do something, anything, but I just... I couldn't. And that's not okay with me. I don't want you to think I'm weak or that I don't care because I do care, Roselle. I care a lot. You're my friend, and I should have been there for you."

Roselle’s mouth opened and she could her eyes wavered. “Michigo…”

"From now on, I won't freeze up. I'll be there, and I'll fight alongside you no matter what. You deserve better than what you got that day. I won't let you down again."

Roselle's smile softened, her eyes filled with empathy and appreciation. She reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Michgo's shoulder. "Michigo, we all have our moments. It’s okay... I'm just grateful to have you by my side.”

Sarah nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Michigo, no hard feelings. We know you're a true friend."

With tensions eased and their friendship intact, the trio continued to discuss their next steps in unraveling the mystery surrounding Roselle's impersonator and the strange behavior of their friends.