[So graduation ended rather
unfavorably for Raiden. He left prom early, got smashed and probably smashed a few faces including his own at some of the local bars scattered around in Final Destination City. The few days after he has spent nursing his wounds and sulking in his dorm and being generally absent, with the exception of sneaking out to
play some video games in the boy's common room. School's on break,
his hair is still an annoying tint of pink from April Fool's Day, things don't really need to be cleaned and what does can easily be taken care of by that miniature army of cypher-rhoombas Lash had built him anyway. So he decides he really should become absent for an undetermined number of days to embark on a journey of introspection, angst and....... mostly more stupid bar fights. Oh Raiden.
He didn't tell anyone he was leaving, though it's clear no one is answering his dorm, and his gaudy, bright green Lamborghini is quite gone from the parking lot.
He did, however, decide to set up an
answering machine on the middle of his desk in his janitorman office before leaving. One can either leave a message by calling it, his 'work' number is probably very easy to look up in the school directory, or walk in his office and press a button to record something. He can and will check the messages from his cellphone while he's away. His codec, much to his chagrin, is also still contactable if you know the frequency. There is no guarantee he will reply to either, however.]
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