Following the lobby to the right, the southeastern corridor branching off from the ring leads to the Balamb Garden library. Open from 9am until curfew, all of its materials are available to students.
▶ ▷ Don't get in my way of fulfilling my mission...◀ ◁ ▶ ▷...I just might have to kill you if you do... ◀ ◁ ▶ ▷ ...Because, making the world a better place is my job...◀ ◁
Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Thunder, Fire, Blizzard:* *: Reflect, Aero, Cure:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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Hector walked into the library and took a big whiff of the smell and exhaled "Ahhh, nothing like reading a good ol' book while classes are out." he said as he walked towards a bookshelf waving at the librarian "Can I help you with anything?" The librarian asked as she walked with Hector "No ma'am not really" He said with that faint smile of his, he picked a book off the shelf "The Harbinger ehh?" he asked examining the book "Oh yes! That is a magnificent book! Would you like to check it out?" she said walking behind the counter
"Sure, here ya go" Hector said as he gave the Librarian the book to ring up. "There you go all set, I'll see you in a couple weeks!" she said waving as Hector turned away and read the book on his way out of the library. "Interesting..." he said reading hard in the book.
(ooc:You could have Rolled the random number generator for Gil, Radio.)
Girl With Pigtail NPC:A
Stepped into the library to return a book, and ended up bumping into the SeeD, as she was fumbling with her stack of books. Upon impact said stack of books went all over the floor, and she fell on her a**.
"HEY! Watch where your going your TWIRP!!" She gasped and put her hand over her mouth. Face flushing as red as a cherry. "Oh... Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh I am sorry! I... I didn't- I didn't meant to curse!" She stammers as she scrambles for her large stack of books.
Unfunny Memes generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
96!
Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 7:54 pm
✭✥✯ ⓗⓔⓒ〶ⓞⓡ ⓦⓐⓡⓡⓘⓝⓖ ✭✥✯
SeeD: F , Magi Hp:200 Mp:15
▶ ▷ Don't get in my way of fulfilling my mission...◀ ◁ ▶ ▷...I just might have to kill you if you do... ◀ ◁ ▶ ▷ ...Because, making the world a better place is my job...◀ ◁
Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Thunder, Fire, Blizzard:* *: Reflect, Aero, Cure:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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Looks up from her books at the man who helped her with picking up her books. She stared at the outstretched hand of his and her face went completely cherry red. Taking his hand she stood up, arm full of books. She almost seemed to shrink in on herself, half of her face hiding behind the books she was carrying. "Th... Thank you! S... Sorry!" She grabbed the books he had picked up for her and hurried past him. Her face so red you would swear she was overheating. Hurrying past the library desk and into the back. The librarian chuckled. "She's a shy one, that one." And went about her business.
Eljhas generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
58!
Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 9:46 pm
RadioHeadAche
Azazel
The boy who had been watching at one of the bookshelves gave a snort. "Sure got a way with the ladies, duncha." His voice was smooth, light and mature. And he certainly sounded older than he looked.
Walking over the boy patted the taller, older boy in the back. "Don't worry about her, she's just a basket case." His hand attempting to slip into the boy's pocket to take the book.
▶ ▷ Don't get in my way of fulfilling my mission...◀ ◁ ▶ ▷...I just might have to kill you if you do... ◀ ◁ ▶ ▷ ...Because, making the world a better place is my job...◀ ◁
Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Thunder, Fire, Blizzard:* *: Reflect, Aero, Cure:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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"Hmm I suppose I have a way of scaring them off he said as he grabbed the guys hand. "If you wish to keep this hand I suggest you keep it to yourself..." Hector said letting go of the boys hand, then flipping his hair. The librarian saw the boy trying to put his hand in Hector' s pocket "Azazel stop causing trouble and get back to studying!" Hector smirked "Yes Azazel...get back to....studying... he held out the word studying for a couple seconds as he walked towards a table and sat down continuing to read his book. " Now where was I?" he asked himself.
Eljhas
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Eljhas generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
36!
Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 4:50 am
RadioHeadAche
(ooc: Radio, like the orientation says, if your rank F you roll 1 to 200. ... ._.; )
Azazel
A wide grin spread across his lips when his hand was grabbed, retreating his hand. Gaze darting across the room to the librarian, narrowing his gaze at her, muttering to himself. Following Hector when the man went to go sit down, resting his hand on the table, he would rest his hip on the table, nearly sitting on it but not quite. "That wench don't really know me, but I don't need to study. I'm already years ahead of my class, and I'll pass the SeeD test like that." He snapped his fingers to emphasis his words. "And whats your story, hotshot?"
▶ ▷ Don't get in my way of fulfilling my mission...◀ ◁ ▶ ▷...I just might have to kill you if you do... ◀ ◁ ▶ ▷ ...Because, making the world a better place is my job...◀ ◁
Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Thunder, Fire, Blizzard:* *: Reflect, Aero, Cure:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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He was still reading his book,Yes Yes SeeD test very easy I don't know you very well either...but you seem capable of completing it....like me.[/b ] he said leaning back in his chair. Looking into the ceiling "Ahhhh my story..Well I grew up in....." he stopped himself. Changing the conversation quickly "So when you pass who of the cadets do you think will be in your squad? Maybe we can get in the same squad.." he seemed to he warming up to the new cadet.
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Eljhas generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
52!
Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 12:02 pm
RadioHeadAche
Azazel grinned, "Don't know. Just as long as it's not a certain hyper dumbass flaundering around campus, or that they take orders I don't care who's on My squad." He said crossing his arms, a sly look crossing his features. "The name's Azazel."
▶ ▷ Don't get in my way of fulfilling my mission...◀ ◁ ▶ ▷...I just might have to kill you if you do... ◀ ◁ ▶ ▷ ...Because, making the world a better place is my job...◀ ◁
Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Thunder, Fire, Blizzard:* *: Reflect, Aero, Cure:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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Hector extended his hand to shake Azazel`s "names Hector...Hector Warring." he closed is book and called for the librarian "Excuse me miss, I finished the book." he said extending is hand then looking back at Azazel. "what weapon license do you have?" he said trying to keep the conversation going.
Eljhas
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Eljhas generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
67!
Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 11:50 pm
RadioHeadAche
Azazel
When the hand was extended, the boy looked down at it, staring at it for some time before lifting his gaze again to the older boy. A derisive expression crossing his features. "Hm? Oh I have a throwing license. Really it only makes sense to me to have one of those and double a long range weapon to be a short range as well. Guns are loud, and inaccurate. Going into Melee range exclusively is ludicrous." He states in a matter of fact way, as though what he said was the way of the world and there were no deviations. Azazel's head cant to the side, the white locks getting in his face, he tried to shake them away. "Let me guess, you have a Gun License?"
▶ ▷ Don't get in my way of fulfilling my mission...◀ ◁ ▶ ▷...I just might have to kill you if you do... ◀ ◁ ▶ ▷ ...Because, making the world a better place is my job...◀ ◁
Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Thunder, Fire, Blizzard:* *: Reflect, Aero, Cure:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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Hector smirked Smart boy I to have a throwing license." he said getting up. "well Azazel it's been fun but I have some papers to grade from other cadets I'll talk to you later he said walking out of the library waving back at him.
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Eljhas
RenEtwal generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
68!
Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 6:28 am
Senna Lloyd -- SeeD rank: G -- Weapon: Gloves
The SeeD exam loomed nearer the forefront of young Senna Lloyd's mind racking her with anxious butterflies twisting circles inside her stomach. The inside of her mouth laid barren of saliva while her throat forced down nothingness that succeeded in a scratchy after-effect and the urge to cough from plain air. Her sapphire orbs lingered on the threshold of the library as she panned forward. The threat of the up-coming event drowned her thoughts with worry; and this read like the simplest of children's picture books to anyone who happened to acknowledge the meele fighter. She worried less of her abilities than she was overthinking how successful she can be to her peers. Senna was of average intelligence who knew her way around a fishing rod but the tension towards others mounted in an unexplained amount. Her nervousness to encounter souls prompted the fear of her attitude singling her out or worse yet, causing an entire group to fail. Everyone who was taking the exam worked increasingly hard to arrive to this point. What would be worse than having her own errors on her conscious was the responsibility of being the reason why dreams died. First, an unattractive cadet in appearance and personality, and then, a killer of destinies--the latter earned a harsher twist to Senna's gut as her mind drifted into pessimism.
Quickly, the young woman paced her way towards a pair of bookshelves. Short golden locks fell hastily through her trek. Her chest bounced in frantic rises and falls until a coaxing thought directed the overworking organs to resume a natural rhythm. The last she wanted was for someone to notice her lack of nerves.
A creamy-toned hand reached for a book on 'companions and guardian forces' and skimmed its contents while she took up room in the middle of the aisle. Her eyes bounced attentively on the ink text that bestowed its reader with pre-learned knowledge. So she wasn't dead-weight, studying on the basics was top priority. This was her reason for arriving into the book-dominated environment, not to fret over her character flaws.
Buried in a far corner, out of the line of sight of the hawk-eyed librarian, relatively straight platinum hair spilled across a table like a lake of clear water with book-shaped islands. The waves shifted every now and then as source of the soft curls shifted in her sleep, turning her head a little and huffing a sigh. Every few minutes, mumbled words would spill haphazardly from slightly chapped lips...
"Study Niels... Harri... no... good duck... duck... golden goose..."
One of Harriet's hands slipped from under her head with the skilled of a master somnambulist and wondered around the table, feeling around among the books for who-knows-what, stopping when the slim fingers knocked a loose sheet of paper, soliciting a crinkling sound as the paper slipped off the far end of the table and twirled down to the floor.
Ducky, I hope you are studying hard for your SeeD final. I hope that wanting it alone is enough to make the difference in your alternative background. I hope that you are also making friends. The house and shop are well, as always. And your father would like me to write that he says: "Niels, your best is not enough, do better." I think you know I do not agree. Please remember to have fun sometimes. Häufig Tau hält den Himmel blau.* This is not just for the weather you know. Be a good Duck. ~ Onkel Niklas
Harriet was not very good at studying, sitting still, or being quiet for extended periods of time. On top of that, all the aggressive training her father had put her through and the exercises she'd learned to do every day were taking their toll on her lithe body. Her uniform was wrinkled, clean, but wrinkled. Her hair was wild an strewn about with three half-braided attempts at styling it. And now she'd been dozing for about 30 minutes since she'd sat herself down to refresh her brain with statistics, monsters, and whatever else she thought she might need to pass her final exam. She wasn't drooling yet, but too much longer and she was bound to drift away to proper rem sleep, and then all bets were off.
Translations: Frequent dew keeps the skies blue. Out Of Chocobos: took forever to get this layout right...thank god I can just copy/paste Rory's
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