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Post by Naoya Hanagi on Feb 15, 2007 20:32:10 GMT -5
A very flustered Naoya scuttled through the uniform hallways and up a random stairwell, trying to make sense a creased campus map clutched religiously in his left hand and avoiding losing the bag slung over his shoulder with the other. It was just as well - his first day at the academy, and he was going to spend it completely lost.
What luck have I! He thought bitterly, adjusting the strap on his bag and stopping to check the map again. The room he had wandered into wasn't really scholastic-looking at all - quite in fact, it looked like a... meeting room? There wasn't anything that exuded education about this area, at least to Naoya, and he didn't think to doubt his original assertion that he wasn't exactly where he ought to be.
When he failed to decipher his whereabouts, he exhaled deeply and set his bag down at the weirdly convenient couch, looking around. Well, this certainly was going to turn out to be an interesting day...
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Post by Maria Thastria on Feb 16, 2007 10:31:47 GMT -5
Maria was walking through the room, her face burried in the plans she was working on to show Illya. Senseing another student, she snapped her eyes up, and her plans went right into her cloak. Her outfit was different today. It was one of leather. Her pants clung to her, and her tube top was slightly unbuttoned, showing off some things. A black cloak was bound about her neck, and black stelleto boots were clicking on the floor. She noticed, that it was a guy.
But she couldnt tell if he had an alliance. So she ignored him, and leaned against a wall, her leafy wings fluttering slightly, as if to say, 'Whatever.' Maria closed her eyes and began to picture what everyhting would look like once the Demonic came into power, takeing over the Pure. Things would be blackened and burned, charred and destroyed. Things would be broken and there would be great big pieces of Earth protruding from the ground, made by yours truely. Maria of course. A small pebble moved about on the floor, and Clover leaped from her pocket.
He grew to his leopard from, and watched for anyone who might try to either approach her, or attack her.
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