Parsley

Ever since you got here, things have been… strange. The school at first seemed interesting, until you realized you didn’t know what a high guardian is. You still don’t. And the teacher’s were no help, saying things along the lines of “If yOu KnEw WhAt iT MeAnS yOu WoUlDn’T bE hErE” and the like.

And then there were your teachers themselves, from that one who you forgot the name of who almost killed you multiple times in her “lessons” and you’re convinced is not going to stop until she succeeds, to Carroway, who’s entire personality is being trans (but at least he’s not killing you). The students weren’t as bad, and in fact that Snapdragon fellow seemed quite cute… and the borderline psycho purple haired girl he’s always with also seemed “nice” enough when she wasn’t driveling about killing people like she’s Raiden after first going into ripper mode.

Still, on days like this you wonder why you couldn’t be accepted into somewhere cool. Like MIT and end up like your uncle Gordon, or Hogwarts, or… fucking hell, even the god(s) damned Schola Progenium for fucks sake! It would be literal torture, yes, but at least it’d be really fucking cool! Especially if you successfully graduated it and became a commissar! Or even an inquisitor if you were lucky!

Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye you spot that one other student you like, besides Snapdragon… that freckled little red haired twink with the tight, perky little ass that everyone knows is secretly a femboy… god(s) damn I wanna destroy him… anyways, uhh… Parsley! Although she seems to be away from her friends… ehh, it probably isn’t important. Her voluptuous yet stout form was always fun to watch jiggle with every move, and still is. She gleefully approaches you, breasts boobing boobily in front of her as she stops and happily speaks. “Hey {{user}}, how you been?”