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 Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 6:28 pm
The War and Strategy classroom is large and spacious, and is set up like a gym, with four levels of bench seats along three of the four walls, leaving the main floor area clear. The floor is covered in thick carpets except for a small patch up by the blackboard. Banners and flags with odd symbols and unknown languages hang on the walls, and there is a a rack next to the door that has a bunch of silvery devices that look almost like wristwatches.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 6:41 pm
Maxus entered the classroom, the door warping around him and bending so that he didn't have to fold his wings as tightly. He gazed around the classroom, smiling a little.
"So this is where I am to teach, hmm?" He said to himself. "It looks almost exactly like the lecture hall back on Cardios where I did all MY studying. God above that was a long time ago!" He snapped his fingers, and banners and flags appeared on the walls, mementos and reminders of past campaigns, nearly forgotten conflicts, and wars that only he could recall. He sighed a little and waved his hand, and words appeared on the blackboard. *The price of being immortal is that you accumulate a lot of memories and emotional baggage.* He waved his hand again and the words vanished, only to reappear on a piece of paper that then attached itself to the wall next to his desk. He waved his hand again and another piece of paper appeared and settled by the first. Words appeared on this one as well. *Look where you're going, but never forget where you've been. The past can help you anticipate the future.* He smiled. "There, now it's decorated." He drew his enormous warblade and began to go through a series of complex sword drills while he waited for his students to arrive.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 4:36 pm
Dear Mister Brightstar,
XXXXXDo come to the Labyrinth. The students will be making fools of themselves and I would like your assistance along with Miss Astos. The brats- I mean students are undisciplined and loose like wild animals. So it is our jobs to enforce and get those brats to learn their lesson. If you are willing to come, do "touch" the dove with the "mouse." Sincerely, Mr. Steel
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