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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 6:07 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 6:24 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 6:36 am
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“… people didn't seem to be able to remember what it was like with the elves around. Life was certainly more interesting then,”
By this time, Rhoswen had finished last minute preparations and had already taken a quick look to ensure everything was functioning as it should. Satisfied, she wanders to the area behind the gym where the various sport fields, the swimming pool, and track are located. She walks to a somewhat large circle dirt with what would appear to be a suit of stone armor. Stepping into the circle, drawing a sword she had grabbed from her office, the eye slits of the statue glow as it suddenly draws a sword of its own. "Bring it on, ya lightweight.", she says, her carefree grin replaced by one of feral joy as the two begin to fight, the statue moving surprisingly fast for something made of stone.
“but usually because it was shorter. And it was more colorful, if you liked the color of blood.” ― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 11:13 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 12:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 12:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 1:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 1:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 1:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 1:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 1:51 pm
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ς๏ภภ๏г ๒гאคภ ﻮгเ๓รא -The Silent Type- President of the Student Council
Con tried to think about the situation at hand before he did anything out of sorts. Tsubaki was obviously rattled, adding an honorific onto his name, and the new council member was far more hostile than he would have liked...
It doesn't matter, though. If he won his place than he's meant for the job, the headmistress wouldn't have it any other way...
The Gargoyle patted the arm wrapped around one of his own and let his lips form into a soft smile. "I think it's really early, Tsubaki, and we've just begun. Would anyone else like something to drink?" With the question aimed primarily at Kael he walked toward the side of the room, to the left of the meeting table, and opened the small refrigerator there. Sometimes meetings ran long and the Council had to keep themselves fed, which had suited them just fine most of the year before. He pulled out a drink for himself, a bottle of juice, and turned on his heels while still crouching to look at the rest of those present.
In his current position it was easy to see Con as he was, a stone figure normally constricted to the roofs and sides of buildings for hours and hours at a time. Standing still in time until their home needed protecting, or help. But for now the academy way his home, and he wasn't about to let his own council jeopardize things with in-fighting.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 1:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 2:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 2:23 pm
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“… people didn't seem to be able to remember what it was like with the elves around. Life was certainly more interesting then,”
Hearing voices behind her, Rhoswen immediately calls out, "Scoirfidh!" The statue returns to the middle of the circle, looking as if it had never moved. Brushing hair out of her face, briefly wondering when her hat had come off during her fight, the elf trots over to the two students. "Who's fine, why are they fine, what does it have to do with me, and do you happen to see where my hat went?", she asks, her carefree grin back now that she was no longer fighting.
“but usually because it was shorter. And it was more colorful, if you liked the color of blood.” ― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 2:28 pm
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