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Fourth Floor Common Room; Late Monday Night.

Sakurazaki had embarked on a very busy day, mostly to try to keep her mind on the fact that, every single time she entered her room, her sword was still not there. Besides, she did have a lot of work to do. First, she had to go to the library ~~handwavily due to work~~ to do her research on dream catchers and Native American magics, and then she booked it over to All and Sundries ~~again, handwavily due to work~~ to pick up the supplies. And then she researched some more, wanting to make sure that if she was going to do this, she was going to do this well.

It was time to get to work, though. Not feeling very tired, anyway, Sakurazaki drifts over to the common room so her work doesn't keep her roommate up, having a seat on the floor and setting diligently to work, materials and reference guides and scribbled Japanese notes surrounding her.

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"Glad to be a part of it," he replied. Alphonse gestured at the unfinished dreamcatcher she picked up earlier and asked, "So what kind of stuff are you working on this time?"

"It's sort of a...special assignment," she says with an air of seriousness. "The fact that we learned how to make dream catchers in Arts and Crafts today, when it could possibly be a solution to the problem, just seems too perfect to be a coincidence. So I went and did some research on how they work, figured out a plan on how to create possibly the most effective one, and then, hopefully, problem will be solved." She nods, hoping that explaination covers things enough to satiate any curiousity; she feels it necissary to keep this particular mission under close guard.

Alphonse tilted his head, looking at the dream catcher skeptically. "So they're supposed to 'catch' dreams? Never heard of them before."

She nods. "That's what I've gathered from my research, yes. It's Native American magic, and, what you do is you hang it over your bed, like so..." Sakurazaki lifts up the dreamcatcher. "As you sleep, according to the lore, dreams sort of drift in the air, I guess, and they pass through here..." She indicates the webbed space in the centre of the dream catcher. "Good dreams pass through the opening in the middle, onto the dreamer, while bad dreams get caught in the web."

"Sounds kinda strange," Alphonse said incredulously. "I guess it isn't too farfectched though, since there's all sorts of wierd magic floating around here. I wonder how it determines what's a good or bad dream?"

"I get the impression that dreams, like most other things, carry with them a certain aura or energy, and that's how it can tell. A good dream would give off good dream vibes that work as its passport, while a bad dream would give off bad dream vibes that get it tangled."

Sakurazaki shrugs. "I figured that it was at least worth a try."

"Huh," Alphonse rubbed his chin; it seemed like a strange idea to him for dreams to be able to get caught in a bunch of threads, especially since it was mostly a subconscious thing. Of course, he had to remember where he was at, and apparently all sorts of strange and unfamiliar things were possible, so he couldn't throw the idea out, either. "Have you been having bad dreams lately?"

"I haven't, no," she shakes her head. "Not that I recall, anyway. This is for someone else."

"Well that's nice of you," he said. "Hope it works; restless nights becase of bad dreams are the worst."

Sakurazaki nods solemnly. If her theory was correct, these were much worse than just restless nights...

But it wouldn't do to dwell on that, especially knowing that she couldn't really talk about it. So she smiles lightly at Alphonse and asks, "So, have you been up to anything interesting lately?"

"Nah, nothing too exciting," Alphonse answered. "For the most part, I've just been lounging around in my room or wandering from one common room to another. Which would be why I'm looking more forward to workshops tomorrow than usual."

She smiles lightly. "Feels like it's been the exact opposite for me. I've been so busy that I haven't really even thought about my workshops." She blushes slightly. "I might want to get on that; my work for my documentary is kind of suffering."

"Ack, waiting until the last minute is never good," he said. "I really ought to find more things to occupy my time with." Alphonse nodded at that. "I wonder what technique we'll be learning in Karate this week?"

"Puffin, of course!" She proclaims it with a light chuckle.

Alphonse snickered. "Gentle and friendly, but effective like ninja," he said in the same tone Sakurazaki told him before.

Sakurazaki laughs, impressed with his skill of recollection. "Precisely." But then she finds her brain switching back to the main track and there's a sudden sigh breaking through the mirth. "I might need something gentle and friendly if my sword doesn't get here soon..."

"Oh, you didn't bring it with you?" he asked curiously.

Her head tilts slightly; hadn't she already gone over this with him? Hmm, maybe she was just getting confused with who's she's talked to about it and who she hadn't.

"Nope; couldn't. Ojou-sama sent me here for a bit of normalization, and girls with swords apparantly aren't very normal. So she had me leave it in Japan, especially since I wouldn't even be able to use it because of the school's policy. However, now that Peter and I have gotten permission for the live steel training, Elder Konoe is sending Yuunagi back to me so I can continue my training as it should be."

Ahhh, just the thought of having her again. Sakurazaki is nothing but beams.

"I would imagine that using a sword would be one of the least abnormal things around here," Alphonse said with a hint of amusement. "I often have to wonder if the administrators convieniently leave out any signs of what really happens in this place to newcomers."

"I definately think Ojou-sama and the Elder would have reconsidered if they knew that they'd practically be sending me to a school exactly like Mahora," she says with a slight grin. "But there's another part of me that wonders if they really did know all along. A little complex to explain, really, but it would have been quite genius on their parts. Toss a strange fish into a sea of other strange fish, and they're not so strange because of their strangeness." She nods.

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"It's kinda funny. I never realized how much I've adjusted to the wierd happenings here until my trip home last weekend," Alphonse said. "When I was explaining a lot of the stuff that goes on, Winry thought I was crazy or something, but all of it seems pretty casual to me."

Another chuckle. "That's how I felt on the phone with Ojou-sama the other day! And, I mean, we're used to vampires and wizards at Mahora, but some of this stuff?" Sakurazaki laughs. "Ojou-sama was wondering if maybe they put something in the water over here, to which I really could only respond with 'nope, just coffee.' Still pretty bad, though, that after all that, the strangest thing in the whole conversation was that I had gotten myself a bo--"

Sakurazaki breaks off suddenly, eyes suddenly wide and face quite red. She'd started rambling and wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. She clears her throat, coughing slightly, hoping maybe Alphonse wouldn't notice.

"Oh?" It was pretty hard not to notice, with her flustered expression and all. Alphonse grinned slightly, if teasingly; surely it couldn't have been anything that bad. "What did you get that was so strange?"

Sakurazaki's stuck somewhere between the uncontrollable flustering and an attempt to act as if nothing happened. The attempt is failing drastically. "Nothing!" she says quickly, lifting her chin while her face blazes. "Errr, rather....ummm....."

Palm meets forehead. "Crap."

Alphonse's smile grew broader. "Come on, you can tell me!"

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