She brought herself to her dorm room slowly but surely, a smile on her face.
The date was nice, she had fun, ate pancakes found out what karaoke was and even got a phone!
Though even if the phone was a highlight the best part of it all was the fact that she even managed to spend time with her beloved Orfy for an entire day!
She was missing her already…
Anyway, she opened up the door to the room and paused… it was empty. Which was odd because according to Gold Ship she was just going to be lazing around the room as in her own words 'I got nothing better to do.' Which was… in her opinion already odd enough.
But… what was she to do, it wasn't her problem that's for sure.
She had better things to do.
…
Gold Ship sighed as she walked to the door of her dorm, it was fun stalking her sister and her roommates date with the rest of the team, but well suffice to say there was a small incident nearing the end of it.
"I'm back…" she drawled out into the dorm room closing her eyes as she walked through only to be met with the sight of her roommate, Hope for Tomorrow, conducting an… occult ritual of all things with her new phone.
"Eh?"
"Uh?" Her roommate looked over in shock, her face smeared with… was that red paint? Ketchup? Blood? Makeup? "G-Gold Ship! I-I can explain!"
"I'm sure you can…" she couldn't help but say scepctally.
"Well you see," she started her voice embarrassed, "I originally wanted to unbox my phone and turn it on…"
…
After having taken a quick shower and getting set up in my pyjamas I took the phone which was given to me by Orfy and I started to unbox it.
It was rather smooth sailing at first until I managed to actually open up the phone and start the set up process.
It was then… "Thank you for opening me, I am an Umaphone 16 pro max."
"IT TALKS!" I was of course terrified, I wasn't experienced with technology the most technologically advanced thing in both my old man's house and… my… parents… was a microwave. That is to say that I had no idea that technology could speak.
"But I thought that my uncle had a phone?" My old man does have a phone but it flips and things, it isn't like the phone that I got, not at all, and he barely uses it, at most he got calls and that was it. "Really?" Yeah! Really. Anyway's back to the story.
"Yes, as I am a rather advanced model I am indeed capable of limited speech."
"Does that mean… does that mean you're alive?"
"In a pure technological standpoint, no. I am put a computer system. In a more philosophical perspective, it depends, but yes, many people would consider me alive."
I zoned out the part where it said that no it wasn't alive and hyperfocused on the fact that it said that it could be considered alive.
"I see… it makes sense then that you would do an occult ritual." Really! "NO!" But I thought that… "Listen, Hope, a rat can't think can it?" It can can't it? "Let's ignore that, then." What? "Basically, if a dinosaur and a hypo did the d—" WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! "Calm down, what I'm trying to say is that phone isn't alive. Simple as that." Then why did you talk about dinosaurs and hypos? "I didn't? Is your mind in the gutter, I think you should go to bed." What, but.
…
"No buts, it's late we have practice in the morning and the end of the year is coming up anyway, aren't you planning to run in the hanshin juvenile fillies?"
"I mean, yeah, but I want to at least make use of the phone!"
"We can do that tomorrow with everyone else."
"B-but Orfy said that if I have any questions I should go to you!"
Gold Ship sighed for a moment in a sense that felt like she was asking the world of her, "Hope… an initiate can't ask a senior for a spar."
"What?"
Her roommate smiled and went to bed still dressed in the clothes she was wearing all day.
"What does that even mean! Gold Ship!"
"Haah, I'll tell you when you prove both to me and yourself that you're the same animal and a different beast."
"WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!"
"You're welcome."
"WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN GOLDSHIP!"
"Good night."
And just like that Gold Ship was out like a light, she was asleep in less than an instant and had started snoring before she had even fully hit the bed, a big dumb happy smile on her face.
…
The next morning finally arrived for the entirety of team Spica, they all greeted each other while in the meeting room, some had even asked Hope for Tomorrow how her date had gone, even if they had all been there watching it play out. And even if they had heard the verbal lashing Gold Ship had received from Stay Gold.
After all, do as I say, not as I do.
But that was neither here nor there.
In fact, the hope that rests for tomorrow had ignored all her comrades and was instead glaring at something.
She was glaring at a phone.
And every couple seconds, she would mutter.
"…how… how do you work…"
It didn't matter if the machine couldn't hear her, or even if it did.
Chances were, she wouldn't have even heard it.
Eventually, she stopped thinking and merely used it to check the time.
Gambare, Hope, you'll understand how to use the infernal machine one day.
But… not today.
No, not today.
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AN
Gold ship took part in a bit of trolling this chapter, which is always funny to write.
And now, I assume you all would have been expecting this chapter a bit earlier today, and all I can say is, that I was playing destiny 2, after having done my exam (that I was late to btw(thought it began at 9, it actually started at 8:15(thank god, I went early))) anyway…
this chapter was actually a bit hard to write at the beginning before I eventually realized, oh wait. I characterized Hope for Tomorrow as being unable to understand technology as she's not a regular country bumbkin, but a mountain country bumbkin!
She trained in the mountains after all with an old man (Shirou may look young but he is old (he had lumbago after all).)
I won't bore you all with my insane ramblings now onto the part you all have been waiting for!
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Omake: Trying to train Halo
He got out of bed and felt that same annoying crick, it was getting worse and worse it seemed like… must be because of her… because of Halo…
He was thanking the gods themselves, the three goddesses, Jesus, hell even Zelretch! That he only had to train her for one last year…
Well, complaining was only going to do so much, he had to go to the track, he had told her to be there for 7 o'clock, he didn't put it past her to not show up and force him to go drag her out, but it was better to be there than to not.
…
His foot rhythmically taped the ground in a one two pace as he waited.
It was past seven now.
It seemed like he'd have to go and pull her out of bed.
Just his luck.
…
When he finally made it to the dorm room where Halo was, he greeted the old Uma who ran it, a legend by the name of Seabiscuit.
"Hi Seabiscuit, slow day today?"
"As slow as ever, let me guess, here for Halo?"
He sighed as he looked the old uma in the eyes, "You got it, but still cutting to the chase, you wound me!"
"Oh please, I could care less than to deal with you, mister smooth talker go and get that trouble maker before she ends up biting another one of her classmates."
"Ah, rather me, than them, got it."
"Hah! You got it!"
…
He knocked on the door calmly, waiting, until suddenly—
A fist broke through the door aimed at his liver, knowing the size of his trainee this was the highest she could punch reliably… she must still be angry about that beating he gave her after her well 'tantrum'.
With a calm step back, he dodged the overcomited punch and grabbed onto the retreating limb before with an air of almost casual calm he threw her through the door and onto the wall.
"You overcomitted. Again."
His trainee merely growled as she pulled herself off of the wall, her dark hair coiling around her body and framing her almost pale yellow eyes menacingly.
She was mad.
More than usual at least.
He couldn't help but sigh and speak again, his tone almost bored and disinterested, "I don't care if you're angry, you're going to train again, whether you like it or not."
She growled again and jumped at him, teeth bared ready to bite into his neck probably.
He sighed, why did he pick her again? Oh yeah, because he could tell she had potential. If he could go back in time he'd stop his past self from picking her and just refuse Zelretch's offer of a vacation.
Damned old wizard.
…
He walked out of the dormitory, with scratches on his face and a still nibbling Halo on his hip.
All in all, it was a regular day of training the demon uma.
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End of Omake
it felt nice to write as a male character again, didn't even have to be Shirou, it just goes so much smoother when it's not, she said, and then she responded to what she had said in an aggrieved tone of voice.
Overall rating of the experience?
10/10 would do again.
I would also like to inform you guys that I am now free from school! And as a celebration, I have decided to maybe make a chapter and omake combo for each fifty powerstones you guys have given me over the year.
The price?
Give me 50.
If you guys reach 45 I'll do it too, hell even 40, I ain't got much of anything better to do then play the last destiny 2 update ever, and read a couple of books.
But eh.
That's all for today,
sorry for the late chapter,
this is GreekAntrielos,
signing off, till next week.