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 Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 4:25 pm
{[ Farvardin Aegle Academy]}
_________Where fantasy,
____________________dreams
_________________________and R E A L I T Y collide
N O T H I N G is as it seems. . .
{[ Welcome ]}
To Farvardin Aegle Academy for Young Men and Women, a Fantasy/Academy Roleplay
** Inspired by: Boredom, A Little Imagination, and a Hunger for Roleplaying
** Created by: HeArTaChEs ReVeNgE
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 4:26 pm
Good evening, kind Sir and/or Madame.
It has recently come to the attention of the prestigious Farvardin Aegle Academy for Young Men and Women that your child qualifies for acceptance.
It is, of course, our duty to persuade you that our school will offer your child the best possible future for both their own well being and that of your no doubt noble family name. However, we find this to be a most pressing matter that demands a quick decision on your part and can not wait forever for your response, for spots fill up rather quickly.
We must also warn you that this is certainly not a decision that should be made, pressed for time as you are, too hastily. There will be no turning back once arriving at the school.
Your most loyal Headmistress and Lord of the Academy
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Good evening, again, kind Sir and/or Madame.
We are very pleased to hear that your child shall be attending our school. We expect to see his/her at our doors very shortly, and assure you that you have been a most advantageous and pleasing decision for all.
Please send the child immediately, alone - save for a proper guard to accompany him/her on his/her journey. Only two bags of luggage of an average side may be brought along.
Your most loyal Headmistress and Lord of the Academy
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 4:27 pm
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By the time society had reached the 1800s, the majority of the civilized world had forgotten all about silly things like magic. They had new technology to play with, new mannerisms and pop culture to learn and become experts in. There were studies of languages, mathematics, literature, politics, and music to be taught and learned, but certainly no spells or incantations were ever included. No budding youth would be lectured on the different creatures who share our world, hidden away in the lakes and the forests and the mountains and even among the “normal” people.
So where on earth is one to put all the outcasts who come to terms with such wild and crazy fancies like magic? You put them in an elite school, naturally, to hone their skills and hide them from enemies both known and secret. You send them to Farvardin Aegle Academy for Young Men and Women, out in the
 middle of nowhere, surrounded by country and various geographic sites. It is a school shrouded in mystery and, at times, scandal, but its prestige is never doubted nor questioned. This is because people are far too wary of it to ever voice a bad-natured opinion.
At Farvardin Aegle Academy, all sorts of characters co-exist. There are the magically endowed humans, but there are also scary creatures of the night and the generally more preferable fairytale races. One may come across a demon, a vampire, a lycan, a great fairy, a half-nymph, or any other number of young adults. Children have their own building, separated from the chaos and often bad influence their elders wield. To be perfectly honest, humans are the most rare students of all, no matter how the student body may appear.
Classes range from the mundane to the extraordinary, with activities stretching from balls to physical tournaments.
This is the outline you have to work with, the general facts behind the name. Now, its up to you to write the rest
of the story and decide the fate of the students of Farvardin Aegle Academy for Young Men and Women.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 4:49 pm
 Follow Gaia TOS.
 Absolutely no godmoding, cybering or spamming! Get it? Got it? Good.
A note on godmoding: auto-hitting is both frustrating and exceedingly annoying. Future tense can come in handy, with key words such as “if” coming into play for attacks. If you auto-hit, your character will be mysteriously beaten with magical sticks. Sounds fair, no?
Romance is encouraged, but I’m begging you to keep it decent! Keep to the Guild requirements people!
This is a semi-literate to literate roleplay, which means a decent paragraph per response [this means about 7 sentences]. Furthermore, no * * [stars] for actions, always use “ ” [quotations] when speaking. Punctuation and grammar are a must. Ah, and all posts must be from a third person point of view.
I offered the Victorian era as a general time period for technology, dress, and expectations of society, but deviating a bit from that is fine. You don’t have to speak to fit the period to a point, for example.
PM all profiles with the title “Admissions Letter”. Once your profile is accepted, you may post it in the profiles thread.
Follow my rules. End of story.
Long absences require warnings ahead of time. No exceptions. If your gone more than a week without any word from you, your profile will be taken off the list.
You may play more than one character, as long as you can keep up with all of them.
Basically, follow the rules of the Guild.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 4:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 5:04 pm
All profiles will be posted by the roleplayer. They may undergo minor revisions if necessary and this makes doing that a lot easier. Examples of headings undergoing revision include love interest and class schedule.
 Speaking of class schedule, you may request up to three classes of main study. (This number may go up later, but I want to keep it simple in the beginning.) I make the final decisions, however, so one class doesn't only have one student and another doesn't have every other available roleplayer. Whether or not a class has a teacher will also help in the final decision. The fourth class is an independent study, which basically translates to free time. (See the Guide to Classes forum for more details.)
Notes for aspiring teachers: Your character may teach more than one class, but no more than two for the time being. If you can not manage to get online at all, please notify everyone in the OCC thread so time isn't wasted waiting for your class.
The only things that need to be altered in the profile are those sections in capital letters. It's pretty straightforward, but better to make sure there's no confusion than to risk a lot of it.
Back to the class schedule: You may request a change in study according to what is available.
Classes with no teacher in charge will be time-skipped until someone is available.
Every student has a partner or a mentor, depending on their circumstances, and the roleplayers get to decide on this. A partner's class schedule must have at least one similarity, or at least one class both partners take. Mentors are basically the babysitters of powerful or, in most cases, problem students. These are far more rare. If you are a mentor or being mentored, note that by the partners name. (Again, See the Guide to Classes forum for more details.)
Your character's partner is the same as your roommate. This means your dorm numbers and building will match.
(See the Academy Blueprints forum for more information on dormitories and rules.)
Remember!! PM all profiles with the title "Admissions Letter."
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 5:12 pm
Time to Begin Roleplaying!!
Day Reference
Sunday l Monday l Tuesday l Wednesday l Thursday l Friday l Saturday
Seasonal Reference
Spring l Summer l Autumn l Winter
Current Events?
** Upcoming spring ball as a reward for the students - Night of the ball is to be Friday. Classes are canceled for the event. Only students and staff will be present - no family.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 10:26 am
 Harmony___Saya___Tennyson____[[ Name's Saya. And don't you dare call me Minnie. ]] Three months ago exactly, Saya arrived at Farvardin Aegle Academy for Young Men and Women. The carriage driven by her brother took her to the Amparo Edifice, an imposing building that looked more like a prison than a safe haven. He had shouted back compliments about the no doubt gorgeous garden flanking each side of the building, but no matter how pretty the flowers were, Saya could not be convinced that this was her best alternative. She belonged at home, where she could be of some help to her family, not here, where her stomach grew nauseous at the very thought of remaining cooped up in the prestigious school.
The carriage had come to an abrupt stop, but the teen hardly remembered it. Her mind was calculating every possible means of escape and even diplomatic reasoning to convince her brother to return her home. His thoughts were only occupied with thoughts of running back to his wife's side, however. He could care less about the turmoil of a sister who wanted desperately to be anywhere but here.
"Come along now, you can't hide in the carriage all day."
"I can and I will." Came the stubborn response.
"Saya Harmony Tennyson, get out of the carriage this instant." The words were mimicked from the not-present father, supposedly meant to strike fear into her through strict intimidation.
Naturally, she didn't buy it. Saya glanced sideways at the man, hands on her lap. The expression she wore was one of mock innocence. "Do you really loathe me so much that you wish to ship me off to the first crazy-house that wishes to take me?" The effects of the guilt trip were immediate, but not lethal enough.
A quick defense to her bitter words and more brute force landed her on the side of the road, unable to pull herself to her feet before the carriage was turning around, horses galloping off the way they had come. "Wait, come back!" Saya shouted desperately, jumping to her feet and chasing after the carriage, leaving suitcases of luggage behind. She slowed down about halfway down the road, falling to her knees. "Fine!" The girl shouted again, frustrated this time, to a man that was too far to hear her. "Go!" A rock that could never have hoped to reach its destination was thrown angrily after that, and the memory faded.
I WILL escape today. A girl with long brown hair stood in an apartment on the second floor of Osamu Hall, flipping the safety hatch on the window before heaving it open. She wore garb traditional in another culture entirely, having deserted European fashion a long time ago. The kimono was one of her favorites, colored in pink hues with an orange tint to each one, no matter how dark or light. The exotic flowers gave birth to branches , stretching over most of the material. The cloth was smooth and comfortable, the length bearable in the spring heat because of some crafty hemming, leaving a thin slit to permit easy movement. Her sleeves flowed out, loose instead of puffed like European dresses, and ended at her elbows. As if to challenge modern standards, she refused to entertain the hosting Academy by wearing any sort of stockings or proper shoes, let alone put her hair up (it was always left down so she could feel the breeze). She did wear sandals, unnaturally accustomed to running with a strap at the back, designed with woven sand-colored heels with white cloth straps and skinny silver buckles.
There had been an escape attempt every day without fail since her arrival, with the single exception of the day before. Technically she had been grounded this weekend, doomed to stay in her dorm, so she had left that Saturday chaos-free in order to create false hope in the minds of the staff as well as the more concerned portion of the student body. There had been a flaw in the protective barrier around her dorm, it having been assumed that Saya wasn't nearly foolish enough to leap out of a second story window. A lack of guards made it all the more doable on top of there. All this was discovered on her day off. So this morning she was at it again. Today is definitely the day. I'll make it out of here. This was her last resolving thought as she climbed onto the window ledge and pushed herself away from it with both legs, leaving her sailing toward the ground.
Unnatural wind summoned itself to her aide, cushioning her reckless fall. To any outsider, it would have looked as if her body had slowed to a casual halt. Saya could feel the gusts of wind carry her to the ground after descending three-quarters of the way with gravity's help. She landed with a victorious smile, never having felt the tiniest bit of fear of anxiety. "Goodbye, Farvardin Aegle Academy!" She gave the school a hearty goodbye complete with a two-finger salute before turning to face her path to freedom.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Where's your gavel? Your jury? // What's my offense this time? // You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well, sentence me toanother life
Well, you treat me just like another stranger // Well, it's nice to meet you, sir // I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
This is the BEST THING that could've happened // Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture // I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same TRICKS that, that once fooled me // They won't get you anywhere // I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well, now I can fend for myself
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 11:12 am
Cedric___Leonard___Blythe[[ Call me Leon. ]] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -   Blazing gold eyes gazed out of an Azubike dorm window, toward the clear and beautiful sky not encompassing any of the Amparo Edifice, a building built for education and protection alike. He could not see it from this position, but the boy was sure the sun beat down on it like everything else. He sat at the desk, chair turned to the side so the young man could seat himself in a more relaxed position. He was twirling a quill between his fingers, the tip dry so as not to splash ink everywhere in the process. With an unsatisfied sigh, the boy - Leon, that is - shut the book he never had any intention of studying and pushed it aside with his free hand. He was already lessons ahead in all three of his classes, everything well memorized and understood with little effort on his part. Unfortunately, his Sunday morning wasn't faring so well. He was already quite bored of it.
"How unbearably dull."
Leon finally placed the unused quill atop his discarded history book, rising to his feet. He wore a white dress shirt casually, tucked inside black pants up with the few buttons by his collar left undone. The young man figured it was time to leave his dull surroundings and search for something to amuse himself. An unsuspecting maiden, perhaps, or someone to match wits with at the very least. Anything was better than rotting in his dormitory. So, without even bothering to check if his roommate was also up and about, he exited the door and made his way down the steps to the open fields of grass. He decided to follow a dirt pathway to the main academic structure, heading toward the building that caught his gaze earlier. Students of the Academy had twenty-four hours of free time today, so he felt sure some of them would be wandering about empty classrooms, meeting with others or catching up in studies they neglected during the past week. Leon would be sure to find some company eventually, keeping this in mind.
The young man felt the loss of a refreshing breeze when he entered the Amparo Edifice, the air becoming a big more stiff and rigid. The windows were all shut for Sunday so that the entrance hall lost out on the nice weather and become somewhat humid and dry. Leon decided to leave one of the front door open due to this, welcoming passerbys to drop inside, just in case whatever he found to keep himself busy didn't last as long as he hoped. Leon wondered where to go first, walking forward without remember to check exactly where he was going in the first place.
::[ Sorry for the boring post. >.< I had no idea what to do with poor Cedric here. ]:: {[ “If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.” ]}
- C. S. Lewis
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 12:56 pm
Tackeron___Artemis___McCallenMy friends call me Tack. Tackeron soared through the air above the academy. Sunday was a day off and he was thoroughly enjoying it. He was currently carrying another student in his arms and that man was excited although somewhat petrified at being so high in the air. After a few figure eights, a loop-de-loop, a barrel roll and a terrifying dive to the ground Tackeron set his classmate down. There was a quick exchange of gratitude before the other student dashed off and told his friends all about it. Tackeron stoud on all fours in his dragon form looking very proud and accomplished. He recalled his first day here and that just increased his feeling of accomplishment. He collected the cloths that had fallen off during his transformation in his mouth.
Tackeron had arrived here at the start of term with his parents, the scene was less then positive. He had turned up in human form but his mother arrived in full dragon for some intimidation factor. Which did not help at all some of the staff had put up the defenses to protect the students. It had taken much negotiation and a few cross words between himself and his parents to finally get everyone to calm down. It had been difficult for him to make friends ever since but he felt he was finally getting through to the other students.
Tackeron noticed a student enter Amparo Edifice he had seen the kid around but didn't have any classes with him. He figured that since he was out to make friends today now was as good an opportunity as ever. Flew over to the Edifice and entered the door that had been left open and greeted the new potential."Hey, there how is the world treating you today? My name is Tackeron but all my friends call me Tack what's yours."This was just one of his many introductions. He always seemed to have a new way of meeting people and his tone when meeting someone for the first time was always a happy and inviting one. ((Time for me to catch a bus))
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 1:27 pm
Cedric___Leonard___Blythe[[ Call me Leon. ]]- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Leon turned to face the source of the voice addressing him, his face its usual mask. It wasn't surprising for most to learn that you either hated or loved the boy; there really wasn't much of an inbetween. He was either cool or conceited, a calm and logical individual or a conceited snob. He allowed everyone to forge their own opinions without a care in the world himself, something hinted at by the uninterested expression he now wore. Why hide his boredom? Although, to be fair, he wouldn't state it as a total lack of interest with this fellow student as such. That would be neatly veiled. "The world appears to be on pause today." Leon answered politely. "Not much to do on these Sunday mornings." He shrugged at this, as if it was an unfortunate reality and nothing more.
The friendly strange had also introduced him, calling for a likewise introduction. "My name is technically Cedric, but I'm usually called Leon." Perhaps people thought his middle name suited him better. He never bothered to ask, but it wasn't long before he referred to himself more by his middle name, "Cedric" becoming a foreign entity he was nearly completely unaware of. "It's nice to meet you, Tackeron." The young man went with the more formal name, disregarding the shortened version as trivial information. Although to be honest, that has yet to be seen. Leon thought, not always the best people person. His day was slow and unsatisfactory. Though calm, he was beginning to feel slightly irritable.
Tackeron wasn't in any of Leon's classes. His face was unfamiliar, though he may have heard the name around the Academy campus before. He got the impression that the boy didn't bother keeping himself under wraps or remaining conspicuous. His abrupt greeting was proof enough of that. Leon didn't bother venturing to read his mind for the time being. As far as he could tell, this student had no intriguing secrets to be found. It was a biased assumption, but it meant no one would be listening in on Tackeron's thoughts, so it wasn't such a bad thing. "Where you headed anywhere in particular? Or just enjoying your free time?" The faerie asked idly, knowing he had nothing better to do. Maybe this new acquaintance would surprise him and prove himself to be more useful than at first glance. First it would take a little prying. One question down, more options to go if it didn't work. {[ “If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.” ]}
- C. S. Lewis
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 6:47 pm
TackeronMy friends call me Tack.Tackeorn set his cloths down and sat on his haunches. He began to change back into humanoide form while getting dressed at the same time starting with pants and such requirements."Tackeron for me it is, in that case you shall be Leon, and it is certainly a pleasure. As for the whole pause thing that's easy enough to explain. You forgot to hit play, now I am sure that is easier send then done. I've had days like that too."He completed that part of his conversation with Leon by pulling his shirt over his head at the end of his transformation. He then made his way over to a nearby wall and thumped his back against it as though he were falling into the lean rather then resting against the wall like normal people."Now to answer your question...sss. I was headed to a particular destination, that destination is here and in anticipation for your next question my goal was to become aquianted with you. I think I will take this a step farther and assume you want to know why and to be honest it is because you seemed like an interesting person to know. I am also thoroughly enjoying my free time and so should you. You look way to melencholy to be enjoying yourself and judging by what you have said so far I would say you are in desperate need of entertainment. As a suggestion I say we go find you a girl to make nice with thatcan always be fun. Why don't we find some pretty girls or at least some kind of challange to overcome. Destroying your bordom should be a total cakewalk."His boldness was without measure and that much was made blatently obviouse by his confidence in thinking that Leon's brodom was in and of itself a challenge.__________________________________________________________ MacideusNo one ever calls him Micky D's to his face. Macideus stood in front of Saya having watched the whole escape attempt. While he was wearing his armor he did not have his weapon with him. He smiled at the young troublemaker and greeted her."Well if it isn't young Miss Tennyson. Surely you found it necessary to jump out of the window in an eagerness to do some extra musical instruction with me this fine sunday morn, and not as yet another escape attempt that would surely get you a weeks detention with me in extra practice of the use of a variaty of weaponry."His tone was that of mock happiness that she so willingly jumped at the chance for some 'extra credit', it was obvious that she was introuble one way or another and that behind his great smile was a very dissapointed teacher."If I were you I would jump at every chance I got to get some extra time in the music room." ((I did just totally pull a pun.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 7:25 pm
Cedric___Leonard___Blythe[[ Call me Leon. ]]- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "A girl to make nice with?" Leon couldn't help but chuckle. finding this to the most amusing part of the young man's response. He was interesting after all, judging by the mouthful of explanations and guesses he just unleashed. "I fear you underestimate me in some way. I do not 'make nice' with the young ladies here. It is an unnecessary effort." There goes the modesty. The man was a faerie, and faerie's were naturally beautiful creatures. In other words, Leon knew he was handsome and had no trouble admitting it, On top of this he knew enough about charm and acting the part of the gentleman to be a convincing Prince Charming to nearly any girl that fell within his line of interest. As for the challenge. . . "What could you possibly offer me that is challenging?" He arched one eyebrow to accompany the question, more curious to see what his answer would be than condescending, as it might have sounded. Well, to be honest, it probably was intended to be a little condescending. No matter though. If this Tackeron was as friendly as he seemed, he would not bother taking notice of it. What used could knowledge of an insult do to someone overly willing to make friends? (Leon's thoughts generally sounded this harsh.)
Leon was torn between intrigue and no interest. It was a curious position to be in. "If my boredom was so easy to qualm, then believe me, I would not be standing in this hall right now. But there is very little of anything to offer me adequate satisfaction on the average day. A slow Sunday is all the worse." It may have sounded like her was bragging about the perseverance of his boredom, but he really wasn't. "You may enjoy your free time however you wish - it does not dictate my person enjoyment." For someone who just sounded like they were bragging about a severe case of boredom, Leon sure did now how to be picky about word choice when it came to others, in this case Tackeron. "Melancholy as I may be, I am not incompetent. I came here in search of entertainment. Whether you provide that entertainment or not is not my biggest concern." Boldness was countered with tough, blunt honestly. Now, most would see that Tackeron's offer was not to be offensive. Why Leon interpreted it as such was hard to understand. It went along the lines of the stranger's attitude. Leon saw the world as a challenge to him. He was not one of those challenges. For Tackeron's tone to so much as imply that it was different was enough to call for a counter attack.
Leon wondered really what there was to do. Beyond his bout of stubbornness, there truly was little he could amuse himself with. At least I am wasting some time now. {[ “If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.” ]}
- C. S. Lewis
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 7:52 pm
Harmony___Saya___Tennyson____[[ Name's Saya. And don't you dare call me Minnie. ]]]As thoughts of sweet freedom ran rampant through her head, Saya crashed into a previously unforeseen obstacle. A painful-to-hit unforeseen obstacle. She fell back, unable to catch her balance again after colliding with a wall of armor and stumbling back in a pained shock away from it. Grace was not her strong suit, not outside of intense concentration. So the young girl went crashing to the ground, landing on her rear end with a groan. Her body was already starting to feel sore, a consequence of meeting plates of steel armor head on. Even though the attire was hint enough, Saya looked up to see who exactly had foiled her plans, nearly going pale at the sight of one of the few professors who enjoyed her presence in multiple classroom settings, allowing him the authority to punish her.
All that planning, for nothing. All that excitement that amounted to squat. Saya felt frustration spark within her, rising up as a startling realization quickly turned to pure rage. The breeze around them picked up in intensity, blowing her hair about her face slightly awhile also disturbing her skirts. It was a tad obnoxious, but something she could not yet control. Besides, Macideus had ruined everything in a matter of seconds. Undeniable angry turned more comic then, replaced by a look of disbelief. "Professor, you did not just make a pun." It was stated incredulously. Saya shook her head, dismissing this minor detail. "No matter. I have no intention of sticking around for a punishment." It wasn't that the thought of extra violin practice made her that much more eager to leave. In fact, song was one of the only ways the girl could fully express herself without fear of emotional baggage and consequences to follow angry or bitter words. Being quick to argue worked against Saya a lot, as one might imagine. Her violin was precious to her and she never missed a day of practice, not even while traveling to this cursed prison hole. But sticking around the Academy just to practice was not an option. She would have plenty of time to play her lovely instrument once she was safe and sound at home again.
And so, the troublesome girl resorted to her delinquent ways. The professor had his armor but, by the looks of it, no weapon. Saya was not so unprepared. The girl slipped her hand underneath a layer of material from her skirt, widening and lengthening the slit at the side so she could grab onto the hidden steel fans there without difficulty. Homosexual or not, the girl wasn't all too preoccupied with acting as a lady should and displaying some modesty in front of men. Removing only one-half of the weapon pair, she swung at her weapons teacher, while simultaneously rising to her feet, to catch him unawares, hoping he might take a step or two back, putting some distance between them. Then, quick as ever and sneaky as a half-sylph should be, Saya darted to the side, ducking down initially only so she could dodge a possible attempt Marcideus might make to reach out and grab hold of her. And the race was on, a professor nearly assaulted and a potential escapee rushing past him.
Luckily for her professor, Saya was relatively new to this Academy and half-human to boot, meaning she received to prior training in any of the magical or weapons-based crafts and battle kills. Catching her merely meant catching up to her. Marcideus would find his armor to be a disadvantage, perhaps, but the girl certainly wasn't about to complain about that. She was a woman too stubborn to know how to give up in the first place, something that may work to her advantage.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Where's your gavel? Your jury? // What's my offense this time? // You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well, sentence me toanother life
Well, you treat me just like another stranger // Well, it's nice to meet you, sir // I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
This is the BEST THING that could've happened // Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture // I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same TRICKS that, that once fooled me // They won't get you anywhere // I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well, now I can fend for myself
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