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Jordan followed behind the man, keeping a safe distance. When they got to the office, he sat down and looked at the desk. "Jordan Clearwater." Sighing and scrtaching the back of his head, he began to stare at the ceiling.

[[Hmmm... ok. I've got to get off now.]]


"Yea, sure. Whatever..." Jordan really didn't care about anything the wolf-man was saying, he just wanted to get away.

As Acaria began circling Colin, he cocked an eyebrow in amusement. This girls has spunk. And not an ounce of sense. "My dear lady," he repremanded with a smirk, "gifts are never fully given. Anyone that relies--HA!" he suddenly laughed upon catching the end of her statement. "Pay? Pay? Only a fool pays for what's rightfully his, and only an idiot needs someone else's conformation to recognise his property!"

He levatated slightly, apparently due to this girl. Unimpressive, especially to anyone who's fought an air elemental. She telekenitically finished destroying the burning papers in his hand. He listened to the system for a minute. Damn, they're destroying the clock tower. Then a flying book hit him.

In an instant he teleported behind her and slammed her down against a table, twisting her arm back painfully. "What an ill-bred little princess we are," he hissed in her ear. "As for my house, word on the street is my VCR has a price you can't afford. And the bourgeoisie are characterized by affluence, you twit, read a dictionary sometime." He cocked his head and listened to the system--the combatents had left. Time to check what is still there. "You've got a spine. I like that in a girl," he purred, slowly running a finger up her back. "Sometimes out of a girl too!" He cackled at his own joke. "Hm, unfortunately I don't have time for this. I never surrender a challenge, however. Two things for you to reflect on: I am studying necromacy, and Tower uses flypaper in the attics. Next time think more carefully before you pick a fight," he advised in conclusion, leaving as a loud buzzing sound swiftly approached the wrecked library.

The instant he felt the overbearing auras leave the school, Headmaster Rham went to confront the intruders. The sheer lack of decency! The sight was simply too unspeakable. Tower's ancient... well, tower had been demolished! "You!" he bellowed to a woman sitting peacefully by the side of the rubble. "This is unacceptable! You are a disgrace!" She turned around dispassionately.

Rham gasped and paled more than a little. "S-setsuka!" He gaped for a moment. //Headmistress Setsuka's incredibly powerful. Don't antagonize her, brother.// Strangely, Stilsis' message seemed to reinflate Rham. "This is unacceptable! Unacceptable!" he repeated. "That was school property. As a fellow head of a school, you must--" He was suddenly interrupted by a dragon letter opener through the neck.

Setsuka sighed contentedly. "There's just something about fresh blood." Colin then dropped the illusion. Hopefully that little ruse will fool Stilsis for a while. He hunted through the rubble and managed to find the mostly-complete clock face. Gleefully, he began drawing the ritual on it in Rham's blood.

((Loving the VCR reference. Anywho, So much has happened! I glad this RP is rolling. Do we still have that party going on in the nurse's office?))

((That song was pretty neat, I never heard it before.))

Cecilia put her head down not being able to do much. Waiting for someone to tell her what to do. She took a deep breath and relaxed. She was glad that her kimomo was hiding her paws. For all they knew she was just one of those Nekos with a tail and ears.

((If you're new to this roleplay, you should click my signature and join the guild. You'll be accepted tomorrow.))