Scenario:Anne - Bridging the Rift

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Bridging the Rift

Hanna has roped Anne, Grea, and Owen into assisting the student council with preparations for the upperclassmen's graduation party. But the work proves to be too much for the council to handle alone, causing Anne to suggest asking Tsubasa's class for help. The other student council members refuse, stating they can't accept help from delinquents. This bias does not sit well with Anne, and with Grea's encouragement, she sets out to heal the rift that has formed at Mysteria Academy.



Deep within the grand halls of the Mysteria Academy of Magic, a gaggle of students sit around a table.
Anne, Grea, and Owen have joined Hanna and the rest of the student council to process an endless mountain of paperwork.
Anne: Grea, are you done yet?
Grea: Sorry, I think it's going to be a bit longer.
Owen: I'm finished with my stack. What's next?
Hanna: Perfect timing! Would you mind running this document to the teacher's room?
Owen: As you wish.
Anne: One second, Owen! Could you take this one too?
Grea: Heh. And this one three?
After collecting the papers, Owen nods dutifully and turns to leave the council room.
Anne: Sigh. I wasn't expecting the graduation party preparations to be such a headache.
Anne slumps in her chair as she recalls the events of a mere few hours.
Anne: How's the party planning going?
Hanna: Let me put it this way: it's going to happen one way or another, but we're way behind schedule.
Hanna: And now that you mention it, I was juuust about to ask if you three could lend a hand.
Grea: Huh? Why us?
Hanna: A little birdie told me your class was already finished with its duties...
Hanna: A little birdie named Ms. Miranda, that is.
Hanna: Not to mention you've never been so much as tardy, so the student council feels at ease with you.
Hanna: How about it? Lend your fellow students a hand?
Anne: I don't mind helping.
Grea: Sure, why not? The council has always been there for us.
Owen: I'll do whatever the princess requires of me.
Hanna: Thank you.
Now, if you will all kindly start by sifting through these.
Hanna drops a fat stack of papers into Anne's arms.
Grea: What's this?
Hanna: That would be our master schedule and all of our outstanding work orders...
Anne rifles through the stack, finding lists, calendars, letters to vendors, and even security proposals.
Anne: Wait... There's this much left to complete?
Hanna: Indeed. Which is why we better divvy up tasks ASAP.
Without a moment's hesitation, Hanna begins assigning jobs to her newfound gofers.
Grea: Anne, are you okay? Do you need a break?
Anne: No, I'm fine. It's just...
A bead of sweat appears on Anne's brow as she stares at the unyielding pile of documents.
Anne: Do you think we'll finish in time?
Hanna: We have to...
Anne: I wonder if there are any other students with their hands free?
Hanna: ...
Ms. Miranda: Is everyone doing their bestest? Here's a sweet treat from Mr. Bertrand and I!
Ms. Miranda: Sugar is sure to perk you right up after a long day of paperwork!
Mr. Bertrand: Haha, we thought you kids could use a break. Rest is the foundation of a healthy mind, after all.
Hanna: Thank you, Mr. Bertrand and Ms. Miranda.
Hanna: We'll take a breather when Owen gets back.
Grea: I like this idea.
Anne: ...
Ms. Miranda: Aww, what's the matter, Anne? Is something bothering you?
Ms. Miranda: I'm all ears for my precious students!
Anne: It's just... do you know of any other classes that are finished with their tasks?
Ms. Miranda: Looking for more helping hands, are you? Let's see...
Ms. Miranda: Ah! That's right! Tsubasa's class should be done already!
Anne: Really? We could ask them for help!
Council Member 1: ...
Council Member 2: ...
Anne: Huh? What's wrong?
Council Member 1: Princess, those students are delinquents. We couldn't possibly ask them—
Suddenly, the door to the student council room swings open, marking Owen's gallant entrance.
Owen: Princess, Madam President, I've given the documents to the teachers at your behest. What shall I—
Owen: Did something happen while I was away?
Hanna: What? Of course not.
Hanna: More importantly, Ms. Miranda and Mr. Bertrand brought us a snack, so we were just about to take five.
With the matter settled, Hanna heads to the tea stand in the corner of the room and begins brewing a fresh pot.
Anne, however, sits with her arms crossed and brow furrowed.
A few hours pass, and the committee is no closer to finishing.
Mr. Bertrand: Kids, look at the time. Surely we can call it a day?
Mr. Bertrand: Burning the candle at both ends is not a healthy way to lead one's life.
Hanna: You're right, Mr. Bertrand. Let's—
Anne: Wait, Hanna, before we officially adjourn for the day, could I speak with you in private?
Hanna: Of course. Everyone else, you're free to go home.
The teachers and other students shuffle out of the room, leaving princess and president to talk shop.
Hanna: So, Anne, what would you like to discuss?
Anne: It's a bit sensitive, but...
Hanna: Let me guess—Tsubasa's class?
Anne: Yes... When I brought up asking them to help, everyone seemed so against it.
Anne: Why is that? If you don't mind me asking.
Hanna: It's true that the council members don't think very fondly of that class...
Hanna: Actually, I had already proposed the same solution myself.
Hanna: I asked, would it be so bad to have their help?
Hanna: But the other members insisted working with such unsavory characters would sully the reputation of our student council.
Hanna: Some people can't let bygones be bygones, I suppose.
No version of Tsubasa in crew

The remedial class at Mysteria Academy is infamous for bad grades and worse attitudes.
At such a premier institution, these qualities have endeared the class to no one, earning its students a reputation for delinquency.
A reputation which persists, unfortunately, to this day.
Anne: And you just let that slide! Are they not also students of this school? It seems so unfair.
Hanna: I hate to break it to you, but not everyone is as forgiving as you, Anne.
Grea: She's right. You're a rare one.
Owen: Forgive me for speaking above my station, but I am forced to agree with Grea.
Anne: ...
Though everyone around Anne seems to readily accept the situation, defiance burns in the young princess's heart.
That night, Anne finds herself—once again—knocking on Grea's dormitory door.
But this time she can't muster even a smile to greet her bosom buddy.
Anne: ...
Grea: What's wrong, Anne? You look upset.
Anne: I suppose I am...
Grea: Are you still thinking about what Hanna said?
Anne: Yeah. It doesn't sit right with me. Why are those poor students so mistrusted? Are we not all united under Mysteria's banner?
Grea's heart breaks at the sight of a troubled Anne, but she manages to crack a sympathetic grin.
Grea: Anne, too many people see this world in black and white. Those student council members are no exception.
Painful memories begin to resurface for the half dragon, and she instinctively traces her fingers across her tail and horns.
Grea: Remember how it was before we met? The other students treated me like I was a freak, like I didn't belong here.
Anne: And I'm still mad about that... None of those people have taste! Everyone should appreciate what a catch you are.
Grea: Th-thank you.
Grea: But that's beside the point. I'm trying to say this might be beyond our control.
Grea: It's natural for people to focus on differences, to hold biases.
Anne: But things changed for you, didn't they?
Grea: Yeah, they really did. It seems like the others finally accept me now.
Grea: But that's only when you and Owen became my friends.
Grea: Your friendship proved to the others that I'm not some freak to be feared.
Anne: We proved all that?
Grea: Yep. Even though you're the picture-perfect girl, you decided to become my friend.
Grea: If the princess herself was willing to let her guard down around me, then everyone else could too.
Anne: ...
Grea: The fact I've found some happiness now, it's all thanks to you, Anne.
Grea: So, well... Thank you. For always being my friend.
Grea: Heh... Here I am saying it again. I'm such a mess, aren't I?
Anne: Oh, Grea...
Unable to ignore the beautiful display of emotion, Anne brings Grea in for a tight squeeze.
Anne: (I know that Tsubasa's class is infamous for their bad marks and raucous behavior.)
Anne: (But they've recently turned over a new leaf, haven't they? They're even focusing more on their studies.)
Anne: (Even Ms. Miranda said they were good kids—if not a bit odd. But that just makes them more interesting, right?)
Anne: (That doesn't sound like a bunch of ruffians to me.)
Anne: (But it's seems the council members won't even try to understand them. They'll dismiss them as delinquents, and that will be the end of it.)
Anne: (I need to prove that Tsubasa's class is just like any other class. Then maybe the council won't fear them so much.)
Anne: (But first I'll need to learn as much as about the remedial class as I can.)
Anne: (But where to begin...)
Grea: Anne, did you think of something?
Anne: I sure did!
Grea: Great. Count me in—whatever it happens to be.
Anne: Thank you, Grea! I'll explain more—first thing in the morning.
Anne's sunny disposition returned, she releases her affectionate vice grip on Grea and cheerfully bounds out of the dorm room.

Bridging the Rift: Scene 2

The following day, Anne—with Grea and Owen in tow—heads to the remedial class, where she formally requests help from Tsubasa and the others. When she's met with apprehension, she announces she and her friends will be joining the remedial class. After some icebreaking shenanigans, a friendship forms between Anne and the Red Wings, and the remedial class begins to assist the student council with graduation party preparations.



The next day arrives quickly.
Anne, with Grea and Owen flanking her sides, walks with confidence as she traverses the academy halls.
Anne: Owen, don't be so jittery. We've only come to ask a favor.
Owen: I will try. But I can't hide my discomfort.
Grea: They're not going to react well if you seem scared.
Anne: That's right. Try to smile.
Owen: Sigh. Very well.
Anne: Good. Well, let's go.
Once they arrive at the door to the remedial class, Anne takes a breath and slides it open.
Anne: Good morning, everyone!
Delinquents: Huh?
All eyes turn to her, piercing her with frosty gazes.
Killa Taiga: Yo, Princess. Sure you're in the right room?
Anne: ...
Sensing open hostility, Owen's hand instinctively finds his sword hilt, but Anne gestures him back.
Owen: ...!
Anne: Owen, we mustn't.
Owen: But, Princess...
Anne: Don't make me repeat myself.
Owen: As you command.
Killa Taiga: Hey, look at that! You taught your pup to heel! Where can I get me one of them dogs?
Anne: Ahem. Could we please not tease each other?
Anne: We've come to discuss something important.
Anne: So if you'll hear us—
Killa Taiga: What's there to discuss between a princess and a buncha toads?
Killa Taiga: Get outta here, you royal pain in the—
Tsubasa's Voice: Yo, dumbass! You're cruisin' for a bruisin'!
The voice comes rumbling from the back of the classroom, spreading silence in its wake.
Tsubasa: ...
Killa Taiga: Haha! You punks hear that? He's gonna beat you silly if you don't scram!
Tsubasa: Sigh... Taiga, seriously, man? I was talkin' to you.
Killa Taiga: Bruh! What did I do?
Yung Rintaro: Hm? Holy crap, men! I just realized somethin'!
Yung Rintaro: This chick's that famous princess!
Yung Rintaro: And that dude behind her is s'posed to be hella strong! What's his nuggets? Owen or somethin'?
Killa Taiga: No freakin' way! This dude? Damn... He coulda knocked me flat...
Tsubasa: Sorry. Ignore Taiga. He's a few gears short of a cycle.
Anne: Owen.
Owen: As you command, Princess.
Tsubasa: 'Preciate it.
Tsubasa: So? What can we help you with?
Anne: The student council is hard at work with the remaining graduation party prep, but we're a little shorthanded.
Anne: I was wondering if your class wouldn't mind helping us out? We could use the support.
Tsubasa: Huh!
Collective shock spreads over the remedial class at the absurdity of her question.
Anne: I know your class excels in PE, and with all the heavy equipment that needs to be carried around, you would be making an invaluable contribution. What do you say?
Tsubasa: Hmm...
Grea: We don't mean to pressure you, of course. But we really are in a bind. Would you at least think about it?
Tsubasa glances at Anne, then Owen and Grea. He sighs before continuing.
Tsubasa: Look, to be real with you, we don't mind helpin' out, but it's those prissy council members.
Tsubasa: You sure they wanna be seen with a bunch of gutter rats like us?
Yung Rintaro: Right? We may all go to the same school, but our lives couldn't be more different, ya heard?
Anne: I won't disagree. But be that as it may, we'll still struggle to finish without you.
Anne: I recognize there are many at this school who find your class unpalatable.
Anne: But that's only because they've never really gotten to know you.
Anne: Then again, it's the same with your class, isn't it?
Anne: You've never taken the time to understand the student council or where they're coming from.
Anne: I apologize if that sounded brash, but we're all floating in the same boat here. And I, for one, do not wish to watch it sink.
Tsubasa: ...
Anne: So how about it? Will you help me make this the perfect opportunity for our student body to finally come together?
Tsubasa's tough facade melts at Anne's sincerity.
Tsubasa: Eheh... You really go for the throat, don't ya?
Anne: I beg your pardon?
Tsubasa: It was a compliment.
Anne: Hmm... I guess I'll need to learn your colloquialisms if we're to become friends.
Owen: Princess, please don't commit such aggressive words to memory. They're unbecoming of your station.
Anne: Oh, come on...
Grea: He's right. It doesn't suit you, Anne.
Anne: Aww...
Anne pouts before quickly returning to her normal self.
Anne: Ah, that's right. There was one more thing I wanted to mention.
Anne: We'll be joining your class for the time being.
Anne: Hope you guys have some open desks!
Da Boys: Huh!
Tsubasa: Hold up, what?
Anne: If we're to become closer, then it's important we spend as much time as possible together.
Anne: Working on the party prep would likely turn us into acquaintances, but that's not nearly enough.
Anne: We need to really understand one another to change this school!
Anne: I believe spending most of our time on campus around one another would accelerate that process!
Anne: Hehe... What do you think? Have I gone for your throat?
Tsubasa and the other remedial class students are stunned by Anne's proposition.
Grea and Owen, however, can only awkwardly smile at Anne's antics.
But they immediately set her plan into motion by asking Mr. Bertrand permission to join the remedial class.
In the coming days, Anne's cheerful and honest disposition endears her to her new classmates.
Over time they grow close enough to ask for tutoring sessions.
Anne: So you see? If you apply this formula...
Yung Rintaro: Whoa! I get it! These formulas are like cheat codes! You're the math goat, Anne!
And after a true bond is formed, the Red Wings—Tsubasa's gearcycle crew—invite her to crash one of their rallies.
Anne: Hehe! What do you think? Pretty neat, huh?
Killa Taiga: Yeah, baby! Lookin' swanky, Anne! Since when did you get a beast?
Anne: That's a secret! If Owen finds out, he'll never let me hear the end of it!
Tsubasa: All right! This is Anne and Grea's first rally! Turn up, my men! It's time to bounce!
Red Wings: Yeah!
Anne: Hold on tight, Grea!
Grea: Um, Anne... M-make sure you obey all traffic laws!
Anne: Of course! Who do you think I am?
Anne revs her gearcycle, causing hot flames to spit from the turbine reactors.
Anne: Let's boogie!
Grea: Anne, w-waaait!
Tsubasa: Wah! Slow your roll!
Yung Rintaro: Holy hell! You ever see a beast burn with such passion?
Killa Taiga: Man, her magic is on a whole nother level!
Anne: There's a trick to fire magic! I'd be happy to teach you guys later!
Tsubasa: Pfft... Save the tricks for later! We got rubber to burn! Move out, Red Wings!
Killa Taiga: (I hope Grea notices me... She's a mega cutie... Hehehe...)
Grea: ...
Anne: What's wrong?
Grea: Nothing. I just felt a prickling on the back of my neck...
With new friendships and the scent of burning rubber lingering in the air, Anne's plan has come to fruition.
Now the graduation party preparations can proceed, but more importantly, the rift between Mysteria's student body comes that much closer to dissipating.

Bridging the Rift: Scene 3

Thanks to the efforts of the Mysteria Academy student body, the graduation party is a great success. Back in the student council room, the organizing members are having an after-party when it suddenly dawns on Anne that she, too, will in fact graduate one day. This thought depresses her, as she realizes all of her friends will likely go off on their own paths. Grea notices Anne's crestfallen expression, but is unable to guess what is eating at her friend.



Thanks to Tsubasa's class's support, the Mysteria Academy students manage to finish preparations for the graduation party.
Their efforts were rewarded with a happy celebration of the graduates' accomplishments.
After the festivities die down, Anne and the others return to the student council room for a postmortem.
Anne: Thank goodness that's over with.
Hanna: You can say that again. But everyone played an integral part.
Hanna: I'm proud of you all.
Sheepish smiles pass over the faces of Anne, Grea, Owen, Tsubasa, and all the other present committee members.
Anne: No thanks necessary. We all pulled through to make it happen.
Tsubasa: Heard. Gotta help out your fellow man.
Owen: That's the spirit, Tsubasa.
Owen: We were happy to assist you, Hanna. You have been a constant force in the princess's life.
Grea: You've been there for me too... So it feels odd to accept your thanks.
Hanna: Heh. The feeling's mutual.
Hanna gives a respectful nod to her fellow students.
Council Member 1: Um, Tsubasa... Could we say something to you and your friends?
Council Member 1: We're really sorry.
Feeling the weight of their shame, the student council members droop their heads.
Council Member 2: We called you delinquents, but you guys didn't deserve it.
Council Member 2: And despite our name-calling, you still got us out of this pinch.
Council Member 2: Thank you, from the bottoms of our hearts. We hope you'll forgive us.
Tsubasa: Nah, bruh, no apology necessary. We had our own beef with y'all too.
Tsubasa: It's all water under the bridge. We're good.
Council Member 2: Thanks. If you need anything, don't hesitate to come to the student council for help.
Council Member 2: We'll do whatever we can to assist you.
Tsubasa grins and accepts the offer, while Anne and Grea can only watch as the rift between Mysteria's students seems to grow smaller.
Grea: Hehe, that worked out. Just like you planned, Anne.
Anne: Of course!
Tsubasa: Oh yeah. Yo, Princess, we've got another rally comin' up. You game?
Anne: Wait, I'm invited again?
Tsubasa: Uh, duh. We're buds, right?
Anne: Okay, count me in!
Owen: Princess... What sort of "rally" is Tsubasa referring to?
Anne: Eep! Um... Nothing you should concern yourself with, Owen!
Anne: It's just a small public appearance! Pinky swear!
Owen: ...
Tsubasa and the Red Wings. Anne and her entourage. Hanna can't help but smile wearily as she sees two disparate groups becoming one.
Hanna: After all the trouble we've been through, Tsubasa's class's reputation should greatly improve.
Grea: I think so too. No one will tease them anymore.
Hanna: Long have I seen the growing division in our student body.
Hanna: Try as I might, I could never correct the academy's course myself.
Grea: ...
Hanna: But Anne has accomplished the impossible.
Hanna: I can't hold a candle to our princess.
Hanna: At this rate, perhaps I should step down as student council president...
Grea: What can you do? We're talking about Anne here.
The girls exchange knowing glances and small giggles.
Ms. Miranda: Aww, my precious students! You were all such little troopers, working so hard on the graduation party! Well done!
Mr. Bertrand: My thoughts exactly. When it's your time to graduate, it'll be hard to top the show you put on.
Anne: Our own party?
Anne: (That's right. We're going to graduate too.)
Anne: ...
Ms. Miranda: Anne? What's the matter, sweetheart?
Anne: Ah, it's nothing. I was just imagining what it's going to be like. To graduate, I mean.
Ms. Miranda: Hehe, I bet you can't wait, huh?
Anne: Y-yeah...
Grea: ...
Although Anne's smile is magnanimous, Grea notices an unusual tension in her friend's countenance.
After the postmortem, Anne finds herself wandering the school grounds in a feeble attempt to clear her head.
Anne: ...
Anne: (I've never thought about leaving the academy before...)
Anne: (After we graduate, everyone's going to go their separate ways, aren't they?)
Anne: Sigh...
???: Hey, you. What's with the long face?
Anne: Grea!
Anne, shocked that she's not alone, turns to see Grea.
Though her friend is a welcome sight, her presence does little to dispel the princess's fresh concerns.
Anne: Sheesh, don't scare me like that. I thought you were a ghost!
Grea: Haha, sorry.
Grea: It's just not like you to be down in the dumps. What's got you worried?
Anne: Umm, nothing much. I guess my head is going all over the place now that we don't have the party to distract us.
Grea: Ah, I see. We have been busy.
Anne: Yeah...
Grea: ...
Anne: ...
Anne: Hey, Grea. Are you doing anything else tonight?
Grea: Not at all. What did you have in mind?
Anne: I feel like playing the piano. Would you like to come with me?
Grea: Of course. Is the piano in the music room okay?
Anne: Yeah.
Anne: (I think... I don't want to graduate. I don't want to leave everyone...)
Anne: (It would be amazing if we could stay here forever...)
As Anne and Grea walk to the music room, the princess can't suppress this new, impossible hope.