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 Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 8:51 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 9:58 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 10:04 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 10:12 am
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If Amarus felt absolutely any disgrace, disappointment or sadness it was because she was not involved in the break-in, nor did she even know it had gone down. Fun was happening, and she wasn't there to see it?
Actually, all the better, probably. She still hadn't heard the results of the new election, and she was currently one of the resident assistants, so it wouldn't do at all if she was breaking into lounges at the moment. Subtle chaos was fine, but that? No, probably not.
Besides, it involved teamwork, another thing she essentially abhored. Amarus arrived at the portal promptly, for once, despite having almost no way to tell time. Well, it's not like she was doing anything else, and honestly if the alternative was a class in an actual room with desks Amarus would have bailed a hundred times over.
Because reading, books, sitting still, ugh. Amarus was pleased to see someone whom she considered a friend-- her definition of friend was, perhaps, a little vague. "Good, ah, afternoon?" she greeted Zar. She was, actually, not sure what time of the day it was. So much for knowing what was going on. "This is conveniently placed, for me," she said, looking at the gate as she stood next to Zar and waited for something interesting to happen. |
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 10:17 am
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With what could only be described as a tiny horde of grumpkins in his wake, Van bounded up in his natural form, before convincing his pin to do its thing again. It didn't take much, he was just a little reluctant to not be himself-- the pitch-black hound with glowing eyes and chains in his tail looked a lot more threatening than the student in a cozy hoodie and red canvas shoes that he turned into with the pin's assistance.
"WATCH OUT I DON'T HAVE BREAKS IN THIS FORM," Van was yelling, as he skidded on the grounds, grumpkins piling up behind him like a traffic accident as he skidded between Aisha and Deszeld. No, actually, VAN was probably the disgrace, ladies. Ladies?
"My bad, my b!" Van said, holding up his hands as soon as he managed to stop, backing away from the ghouls and leaning against what he thought was a tree. "I'll just stay here, out of the way, haha...ah..."
The Semblance of Unity and literally leaning on hol
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 10:37 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 10:40 am
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Van was thrilled that the first to reply to him, Aisha, was pretty chill. He reached one closed fist out in a dap greeting, "Nice style," he said, admiring how cooozy that looked. Besides, he could dig being friendly. He held up one hand too to whisper behind it, "Foreign?? UHOH, I don't... speak that," he said.
Lowering his hand, he turned to the dragon and said, very slowly: "HIIII IMMMM VAAAAN. V-A-N." He pointed at himself exageratedly. And then she corrected Aisha, and Van was like: "Oh cool, foreign speaks english. Hey wait, weren't you gonna give me your stuff?" he asked, with a thumbs up.
"I'm touching a what-now?" Van asked, surprised. He did, in fact, stumble as soon as Hollandaise moved. "So uncool!" he yelped, from the ground, picking himself up and doing a dog shake to get rid of debris and dirt. He scrunched his face up at Hollandaise. "Are you part of the class? Do we have to talk to trees? I don't think that's good for me, I'm kind of like more about fire 'n stuff," Van rambled, having backed up and towards Aisha because so far Aisha was the only not weird one.
Coming from Van.
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