[As soon as she got the text she's on her bike and roaring through the forest towards the academy. In very short time Samus glides to a stop in the quad itself (screw the rules) on another semi-relevant conversation piece--her long term favorite pet project since crash landing here so many years ago. While it does have wheels and while Samus does occasionally use them for the simple thrill of it, she is also very much on on team "primitive 20th century tech is suffering" and the bike is hovering and maybe is bedazzled with glowing lights on the bottom (no small thanks to Falcon).
She sort of just fixes the boys with a good long back and forth stare. Ian is definitely here. He isn't incorporeal. He's alive. She liked to think Halloween had prepared her well enough for this possibility--or more like she had long since become so jaded through all of Smash Academy's Smash Academyness that this didn't come as some incomprehensible surprise.
No. What surprised her was that the two boys appeared to be getting along. Maybe they were talking about cars.]
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She sort of just fixes the boys with a good long back and forth stare. Ian is definitely here. He isn't incorporeal. He's alive. She liked to think Halloween had prepared her well enough for this possibility--or more like she had long since become so jaded through all of Smash Academy's Smash Academyness that this didn't come as some incomprehensible surprise.
No. What surprised her was that the two boys appeared to be getting along. Maybe they were talking about cars.]
...Ian.
[Hi. Ian. Hello. You're not dead.]