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"... you sure you want to tell that to your personal android that does everything you say?" Kai mused stepping out of the room lingering at the door. "Hey Ialo, before you pass out your gonna have to get some mental things in order." He chuckled knowing Ialo was so tiered he wouldn't remember a word he said at that point.

"Hey seven keep an eye on him ... show him some love if you know what I mean." Kai chuckled and winked at Ialo taking advantage of the situation and then disappeared from the door. "LATER," He called in a casual voice.

((HUZZAH!))

Kai had returned to the newly remade tower, altho it was new it was also empty beyond all comparison. At that moment a smirk graced Kai's lips as the thoughts ran through his head, those of design and fine tuning the empty room that he called his own. He didn't linger long before dashing out of the room disappearing from the school for the rest of the night.

(doom doom doom doom)

{{I LOVE GIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TACOOOOOOS! I Loooveded you, Tacos. I NEEEED Tacos, or I will explode!}}

((He was "swamped". sounds to me like he's secretly doing drugs razz ))

Alexander awoke to the timid summer songs of the Scandinavian birds; hell on the ears of youth raised in an urban expanse. When you live in a situation with inexorable freedom while others, sometimes literally just a block over, struggle to keep their long rotten food down, you learn to love that situation. Alexander loved the city, he loved the sights, the smells, the style, the culture, the freedom, the drugs, the death, the crime, and the women.
The sun was glaring through the blinds of his room, seeping in and prying open his eyes as it always did. Sitting up slowly, he stared around the room before pulling the blinds up; nothing but students, grass, flowers, and lovely little walkways and decor. How vile a life it must have taken to render all things joyful into a sham of reality. This place was not real in his mind, it could not be. Places like this didn't really exist, the real world was the back alleys and slums of cities like London, Paris, and Amsterdam. Reality was fraught with disease, betrayal, death, guns, and drugs.
But none of this mattered to this ill-placed son, he had a greater purpose here.
He threw on his hoodie, strapped his belt rather tight, and walked on down the hallway.

The early morning still found Lin awake and researching in the library. Being awake at this hour was not abnormal for her. In fact, it would have been abnormal if she had NOT been awake so early. But she had not moved from her chair since she had sat down with her books the night before. She didn't even realize it was morning. But she did have a complete notebook filled with notes and was started on her 2nd. Good things Elves could read extremely fast.

Come morning, the ache in the hearts of Danni's fathers had dulled down to a bearable degree. Sly had called Eleanor early that morning, and she'd responded just as he'd feared she would, with minimal interest, no grief, and a bit of impatience as to when he was coming back home. He'd also checked in on Lia, who had come back from the elven forest around nine, only to find her already reaching the resigned acceptance stage of her 'grieving'. Deep down, he thought, she most likely felt something, but it was too far buried by years of resentment and hatred.

There was nothing he could do about that now, so instead he waved Cook off as he headed to the kitchens before making his way to his daughter's grave, still gleaming, surrounded by the little pictures, flowers, and trinkets some had left behind. He just stood there for a while, remembering, and staring at the mound of dirt that had been sprinkled with grass seed, wondering how long it would take before the ground would look undisturbed once more.


Across the clearing, just inside the woods, Arzol stood watching the father and the grave, his expression unreadable. It seemed the little twit was gone for good, though the Boss had said her spirit had been...well, spirited away by the blasted Ancients. Lord knew what the old foagies planned on doing with her, but Arzol wished they'd had the courtesy to leave a trail behind so his job would be easier. He'd sent Dunstall and Gambit off searching, though he knew his cronies would more than likely return emptyhanded.