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 Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2025 5:44 pm
Prompt: In the midst of learning the Art of War, Alastair finds his desk neighbor weirdly familiar. Willow finds his confusion nerve-rackingly funny.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2025 8:03 pm
 
Alastair had been having an okay day, it was a little bit of a mix of how things were going but all in all, he wasn't too mad. He didn't want to go to this next class though, because it usually put him to sleep. The man couldn't talk with enough personality to keep his attention long enough. Even then he always found this class boring. He never understood how the teacher was married to the music professor when they were totally opposite. He was leaning forward on his hand as he grumbled about being there and having to behave himself when he shifted his eyes around the room. He briefly landed his eyes on the woman sitting next to him and something about her seemed familiar. How? He couldn't place it. Frowning he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head as he looked anywhere but up front. Every once in a while, he'd glance back over to the woman next to him and frown. Where did he know her from? Obviously, it was the school, that was obvious. But something about her made his cheek ache slightly, although he only recalled a handful of people who had gotten a hit in on him. Luka, Hasan... that woman from the night there was an explosion. There was no way this was her though, her skin was way paler than before, and she was a mess that night. Not too little of a mess to give him a good hit but it only made him respect her more.
Now only if he could find her again.
Was the prince about to ask if she was the same woman? Of course not. That would insinuate that he didn't know what he was doing and there was no chance of that happening. He huffed and crossed his ankles on top of his desk, balancing with his right foot on bottom. He looked forward again, but it was still driving him insane that he couldn't place the woman.
WHO WITH: Students (Willow)
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FEELING: Confused
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WHERE AT: Classroom - Art of War Class
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WEARING:
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OUT of CHARACTER:
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2025 12:39 pm
 Instructor Tahan’s class was one among the few that she actually paid a modicum of attention to. His teaching style was lacking compared to others, but the subject itself was interesting enough that she actually made the struggle to pay attention. Which was getting disrupted by the feeling of eyes on her. At first it had just been a prickling feeling, but upon recognizing who was causing it it had become a full blown distraction, especially since the guy couldn’t sit still for the life of him.
When the instructor finished up the lesson and dismissed them, Willow stood up and, as she passed her seatmate by, tapped his legs with her closed fan, meeting his gaze with her own.
"It’s not very polite to stare," she told him solemnly, then struggled to stay composed as she walked away, biting her inner cheek to keep the laugh at bay.
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location ≈ war strategy classroom accompanying ≈ alastair wearing ≈ clothesooc ≈
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2025 7:46 pm
The remainder of the lesson was long, and boring as usual. Professor Tahan was always so straightforward that it was no fun. He still kept watching the woman next to him, somehow trying to piece together if she was who he was looking for. He was getting annoyed when the class finally ended and he let his chair finally settle onto four legs again and he stretched his arms above his head as if he had been made to sit in one position for far too long. He wasn't paying attention when he felt a body moving behind him and only opened his eyes and snapped his head over at the tap on his leg. He noted again how similar her eyes were, but he still couldn't place it even as she spoke. He blinked, arms falling down by his sides before he scowled slightly, grumbling under his breath.
He shouldn't care; he should just let it go. ' Ah, screw it.' he thought to himself, pushing the chair back roughly before walking after her and shoving his hands in his pockets. He didn't bother pushing the chair back in which earned him another ignored look from the teacher. He quickly caught up to the woman as he looked at her curiously. " Well, you look familiar, and I can't place where. Have we met before?" it wasn't like him to care, but as he looked at her silhouette, he frowned deeper. How did she look so much like that woman? Maybe this was her sister? He looked like Atropia, and she like him, so perhaps that was the case. Although even in their case they looked more similar than these two would have. ' Maybe it's makeup?' he thought to himself, before wrinkling his nose slightly. No, make up couldn't do that, could it? He'd have to talk to Atropia about it later.
WHO WITH: Students (Willow)
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FEELING: Confused
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WHERE AT: Classroom - Art of War Classroom into hallway
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WEARING: Grey-Brown Pants, A gray t-shirt and a black jacket. His usual black, worn sneakers
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