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 Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 8:56 pm
 Troa nodded his head. "That works for me... though I don't know much about gardening..." He said, scratching his head a little with a sigh. "All I can do is tracing and projection sorcery, as well as moisture manipulation. I could water... actually never mind." He added with a shrug. "I'd just be takin it out of the air." He sighed, talking mostly to himself. "I could be a janitor... or I did specialize in combat." He added with a shrug, walking over to the tea and poured himself a cup. Sitting down, he shrugged. "If I'm gonna do a job, I'd like to be able to do it well... unless someone is able to teach me about how to take care of gardens." He added with a half smile.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 9:01 pm
Len was fine with that. He wanted to see his student get ahead in life. That would probably be the best thing for this student to do. "That would be fine with me. Do you have any questions before we officially go with that plan?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 9:08 pm
Troa cocked an eyebrow. "Wait... which plan?" He asked, a little confused. "The janitor, something to do with combat, or someone teaching me about how to take care of a garden?" He asked, taking a sip of the tea. "Hum... you make a good cup of tea." He said with a small smile, taking another sip. The hot liquid leaving a calming sensation gently wash over his body, and he could feel his stress slowly leave his body with each sip.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 5:25 am
Richardson made a horizontal slap across his forehead. He forgot to say all that was on his mind. "Janitor." He answered then smiled. He removed his hand a placed it on his tea cup. "I can have you do combat unless the proper papers are giving out by the government." He responded. That was the only way it would happen. "Ah and yes. I love to drink the finest of teas."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 12:50 am
Troa nodded his head, taking a sip of tea before speaking. "Alright, sounds good. I just hope these kids know how to aim this year." He said dryly, though it was a joke it was only a half joke. "Well, I don't think you'll be needing anymore combat teachers. So I won't bother with the paperwork, unless the need arises." He added with a shrug, finishing the tea. "So, when will I be able to move in and start working?" He asked, tossing the cup in the air and flicking his wrist. He collected some of the moisture in the air, and had it surround the cup to clean it and keep it in the air. He heated the water as well just enough before it would evaporate into steam to kill any germs, and then had the cup set on the counter completely dry. The moisture evaporated back into the air, leaving Troa leaning back slightly in his seat.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 7:23 am
Len smiled at the man. There was nothing he could do about him becoming a teacher, but he could offer advice on careers to look for in the real world. "I would recommend get some experience in your belt as they say. Why not see if the national defense is recruiting or if the police force needs new members. Maybe a club needs a bouncer or something." He commented giving the former students ideas on what he could search for.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 10:41 pm
Troa nodded his head. "I actually just got back from the army's special forces devision, there was a person who I spoke to who's division specializes in people with abilities like those from our school. I'm still waiting on word back from him though." He said with a shrug. "But for now, I'll look into your suggestions." He added with a small, but tired smile. "As for the job now, and the rooming. When should I start working, and when may I put my stuff into a room?" He asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose for a few seconds.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 8:53 pm
Len pulled out a set of special keys for the new janitor and passed them to him. He then typed a quick note on the computer and sent it to the front desk woman. "There. You are ready to go. Just ask the dorms woman for a room. Remember this is for a little while." He warned.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 8:59 pm
Troa took the keys, stood up, and nodded his head. "Well if worst comes to worst, I guess I could always make one hell of a dishwasher." He said with a smirk, nodding to the cup he had washed. He held out his hand to shake, and gave Len a small smile. "Thanks for your time." He said, and after he shook his hand left the office to go back to the dorms.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 1:06 pm
There was a knock on the door to the Vice-Principal's office as three figures stood in the hallway.
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The Original Jitterbug Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 1:13 pm
The vice principal changed the drinks that was in front of him. The fresher the better. He also replaced the missing cakes. "Come in." He called out to the figures on the other side.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 1:19 pm
A tall, statuesque woman who appeared to be in her early thirties entered, followed by two teenagers, a boy and a girl, all with black hair. The first woman extended her hand. "Deborah Gotha. I'd like to enroll these two please?" She requested, wasting no time.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 1:27 pm
Len knew that it would be faster to type the info into the computers. "Okay. what are the names of the kids and their fathers name." The man asked getting names down first.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 1:37 pm
She continued to speak, the twins apparently staring at something outside. "Aiden and Nadia Graves-Gotha, and their father's name is Angel Graves. Speaking of which, might I get a meeting with him?" She asked.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 1:40 pm
Len did a one hand figure peck to type in the names while he waved his wanted. It was sooner or later that the tall blond man appeared before the groups eyes. Len looked up again. "Race?"
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