Hopper1, Houtaro, etc. | Kamen Rider Gotchard

Dokkirimajin had expected to pull a disappearing act of its own, after its creator got taken away by the police. But there were more than just police on the scene, and one of those turned out to have been an alchemist with a dayjob.

That was how it had ended up in the Alchemist Academy, circa the 1970s. Where the alchemists were analytical, treating the creatures as matters of study, what turned out to be its fellow chemies were far more varied in their interests. Some made up games, some sought out the alchemists' own tools and learned how to use them (or how not to use them), some mostly slept.

And some, it found, stared forlornly out the window, particularly when there were noticeable changes in the weather.

"Gutssss..."

Dokkirimajin joined the other Chemy for a while, simply staring out at the falling snow. The cold, like most natural factors, could not truly harm Chemies; that said, Dokkirimajin didn't much fancy being stuck outside and having to feel it.

But as it watched the other Chemy, it wondered if there was something it could do...

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"Hey, Jun, take a look at this!"

One of the newer female students held up a handful of white... powder? It felt like snow, it smelled like snow, but her hand wasn't freezing. Nor was the material melting.

Jun joined her, gaze slowly traveling from the open hallway to the doorway (and presumably room) crowded with the stuff.

"Should we tell the professor?"

Rachel thought for a second - several seconds - and reluctantly nodded. "Prrrrobably. But we should take pictures, first. Because our next job is definitely going to be cleaning this up."

"SHHHHOVEL!"

The sound of the very pleased Chemy playing startled both junior alchemists out of their ponderings.