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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 2:53 pm
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Maruo ━━ Winternia T H E xxxxTHE TIMETRAVELER age ━━ Eighteen ~ appearance grade ━━ ??? ~none yet but would be around twelveth personality ━━ Dominate, rough around the edges, possessive, territorial, knightly, the most unelvenly elf prince you'll ever met, fiesty, badass, bad boy, dangerous, protective, rebel ooc: this is marou speaking aka legolas
Marou's gaze moved the the basketball in his hands. He looked at it. "What is that?" He asked curiously. He moved closer to inspect it. "hmm? This is another of those class things? Then the potential sparrign partner is one of the scholars? Or...no...he looks more the guard mentor type." He said. Rubbing his chin before he looked at the ball again. "Yes." He said. Simply because he decided if talking with people got him ignored and others walk off leaving him confused as hell he might as well keep commentary brief and to the point. He touched the ball. "Odd texture." he muttered in elven. He looked at him. "No....you can't." he stated simply. Looking back at the ball.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 3:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 5:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 5:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 5:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 5:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 5:43 pm
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Maruo ━━ Winternia T H E xxxxTHE TIMETRAVELER age ━━ Eighteen ~ appearance grade ━━ ??? ~none yet but would be around twelveth personality ━━ Dominate, rough around the edges, possessive, territorial, knightly, the most unelvenly elf prince you'll ever met, fiesty, badass, bad boy, dangerous, protective, rebel ooc: this is marou speaking aka legolas OOC: *stabs notifications* okay now all of the quotings for here show DX
Marou's eyes looked at him. "Basket...ball?" He said. Looking at him. "Gym teacher? What is a gym?" He pondered. He looked at him. "Yes please." He said simply. Maybe if he fell into his prince role...ugh he hated it...and said nothing or little people would not run off? Or at least not ignore him. He watched the other and blinked a bit. He arched his eyebrow but turned back to Sato. Then frowned. "I do not get these." he muttered. He watched Sato and again...felt...out of place.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 5:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 5:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 6:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 8:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 8:37 pm
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Maruo ━━ Winternia T H E xxxxTHE TIMETRAVELER age ━━ Eighteen ~ appearance grade ━━ ??? ~none yet but would be around twelveth personality ━━ Dominate, rough around the edges, possessive, territorial, knightly, the most unelvenly elf prince you'll ever met, fiesty, badass, bad boy, dangerous, protective, rebel ooc: this is marou speaking aka legolas OOC: *stabs notifications* okay now all of the quotings for here show DX
Marou's eyes looked at Sato again. "I will be tracking the king of the school...principle Adrien I believe the man I encountered stated." He hoped that would be all he needed to say for Sato to get he was thinking of registering. He wasn't planning on talking very much again. He'd noticed that Sato tuned him out pretty much all of it. So he wasn't going to comment too much or else he'd probably run off too. Everyone seemed to be doing that...it was kinda puzzling yet frustrating.
He listened to him and rubbed his chin. Listening to him he really didn't get some of it. He watched him and followed the ball. Then looked at him. "Hmm? I am trying to stay quiet....so you do not stop listening. Nor have a conversation I think is going well only for it to yet again end abruptly and someone walk off." he said quite honestly. He rubbed his temples. His head hurt again.
he listened to them speaking. "So...I figured...short answers or not talking will make people stick around longer so I can learn more. Since...he scholar I met left when I thought it was going well..." He trailed off. "Forgive me...talking too much." He said. Old world bowing then looked at the male with orange hair.
He took the ball and watched him. He blinked a bit and stood like the male had. He moved his arms and his wrists. Mimicking the action he had seen both males do. The ball flew from his fingers, arched through the air, and wnet through with a swish hard enough it made the hoop bounce up and down. A faint thwaaaaaaang echoing out from how hard it hit. "Like that?" he asked. Perplexed beyond compare. "So what is its purpose?" he asked the two younger males.
ooc: last post here going sleep for night soon
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