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Good afternoon students

The time is now:
12:25 PM on Wednesday January 17th.

The weather is:
Sunny but Cold, with several inches of snow on the ground. Be sure to thank the maintenance staff for keeping the paths and quad clear!

Today's lunch is:
chicken tenders or veggie sandwich with choice of two tater tots, veggie sticks, apple slices, or yogurt cup.

Reminder to all Students:
After lunch there will be an optional presentation in the quad regarding dueling etiquette and process. Those who registered ahead of time will he excused from class to attend.

All students not participating in the presentation are advised to seek alternative routes through campus until five PM as students will be engaged in supervised practice duels. Wouldn't want anyone hit by a stray fireball!

Thank you for your attention. Have a Bright Day.


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Post Order
(Grouped by Current scene - Bolded indicates waiting answer. May not be accurate if responses were recent)

Wolf_and_Bird/Elanor
Phi Chisym/Meric

Frightorflight/Salt
Kosmik_Khaos

Letrixia/Miku



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Meric's smile wavers slightly, unseen by the untrained eye, but his nerves raised an alert as his other self began to get the better of him. Elanor's relief and enthusiasm for the many saves he'd offered her that day spiked her pulse slightly; sweetening the scent in the air between them enough to catch the wrong attention. He held back, per usual, but that was nothing to toot his own horn for. He still wished his demon would just stop. However, her announcement regarding her rank quickly took precedence over his discussing cravings, changing his internal alert one step up to red.

~She's ranked that high? Touché, Clase!~

Maintaining his typical good graces, Meric kindly gave a gentlemanly bow of his head with all due respect, "Meric Donovan - Rank 321; pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Flicker. And a favor will not be necessary. I was just in the right place, at the right time." His smooth Scandinavian tones held no tricks of his trade or touches of ambition - not at the moment. If she was truly offering a favor, then... perhaps...

"Though, I have to ask that if you come to collect you try to do so when my partner isn't around. My current partner especially is a bit jealous sort and won't take kindly if you approach while he's around."

Meric's thought process stopped midway. This was the second time she mentioned a 'Partner'. Curiosity always killed the cat, but never a vampire. However, there's always a first time...

"Pardon me, but what do you mean by... Partner?"

His brow folded slightly, almost breaking the ageless facade he naturally carried. He was truly curious now, for how can one person hold such a tight reign over another on campus? But the pieces began to take shape now. So far, he's watched Elanor sneak to avoid capture, become flustered at the loss of one personal item that could tag her at a forbidden location, and now the mention of avoiding visits from acquaintances within mix company?

Meric's natural stiffness suddenly relaxed, but his frame still remained as sharp as a military sword. An arm gracefully rested against his back and with an amused tilt of his head, he sighed, "Are you... a Familiar?" Just in case she stood offended or taken aback by the tone he'd addressed the title, Meric nonchalantly chuckled under his breath as he shook his head; his free hand raised in amend. "Apologies, but I've only been at this school for a semester. I'm still... slightly unaware of certain aspects allowed here. I'm confused... you speak and behave as if you're Partner is your... Master, not your Comrade." Meric, of all people, knew the difference.
 
There were books worth of things to say about the rules of the school on any given day of the week. Half the art of rising in the ranks seemed to be finding a way to navigate what was allowed, what was required, what was valued, and what was forbidden. Plenty with ambitions to rise to the top one hundred got caught up in a maze of trying to navigate the way restrictions and allowances could shift dramatically depending on the first number in your rank. After a year and a half of getting yanked and tossed upwards as a tool for someone else's climb to power Elanor had a better understanding than most in their second form of the letter of the school's law.

But as much as could be said, or read, or found jotted down in a subsection of some school code of conduct, there were entire libraries more that went entirely unsaid. Things were understood by those who needed to understand them, and ran nearly invisible to those that didn't. Things shifted like human 'magic' eye paints or holograms that showed something different depending on the perspective or point they were viewed from.

Elanor was a fast learner. She knew where she stood in things that were said and unsaid. She'd learned the very first time she'd gone to faculty over what her partner had done how things were handled or not handled within the school. On better days she might joke to herself that it was an oddly progressive way of handling things. After all, none of the students got more than a slap on the wrist for beating the crap out of each other, why should a familiar be held to some different standard.

Mostly she just kept her head down, dodged trouble that she could, and made a point to not waste time feeling sorry for herself. She knew what she was. She knew how things were.

She just... wasn't used to them being put in quite so blunt terms. Like that.

"I mean my partner." She said, probably a few beats too late for it to do any good covering the way she'd flinched at the word master. "Yes. I'm a familiar. Formally registered partner of Dustin Raight. The charming fellow who was looking for me in the cafeteria was a frenemy of his who has any number of Tower Dorm game reasons to want to find me away from my partner. So I am glad you helped me get out of there before me trying to have a homework buddy caused the cafeteria to become the latest anex to the Tower's arena. The faculty would probably frown on that."

Was she trying to pull his attention away from questions that left a bitter taste in her mouth and the chicken tenders sitting poorly in her belly? Bet your ass. She knew what she was but it was a hell of a lot easier to not feel sorry for herself when some stranger wasn't calling her out for it.
 
Claudio shrugged at Salt's change of mind and began to reload his pockets. "Yeah, I know of them. Haven't made a Glamour charm before but I think I could get it done pretty easily. Mine should work better than what's out there as well." He said not bragging in his mind, just stating a truth. His work was known for it's superior quality. "Normal split works, that will cover the costs of crafting." That was how Claudio kept his name clean. Everyone that knew him knew he would make artifacts for anyone who was willing to pay. If his work was found in something less than reputable and traced back to him, as it had happened before, he could truthfully tell the investigation that yes, he was paid to craft the item, and no he didn't know, nor care what it was used for. That was not his problem, or responsibility of how the item was used once it was in the other persons possession. That technicality and some well placed favors had kept him from getting into trouble in the pasts.

Reaching to his tray without looking his fingers found nothing left. Glancing at the tray to see if it was truly empty, which it was he shrugged. It was so easy for him to loose track to the world around him while he was in thought. Turning his amber eyes back to Salt he spoke. "As always, it's been a pleasure doing business with you Salt. I will have what you need within two days. For now I have to go to the quad. I have a presentation to make, and a duel after." He said sounding almost put upon.

Raising from the table Claudio gathered his notebook and empty tray, but just before leaving he flashed Salt a puckish grin. "You should come watch if you were thinking of causing trouble for the Ivory kids. My play partner is somebody in the upper 100's trying to raise higher." There was an almost dangerous tone in the way he said play. "It think you will enjoy seeing their ego taken down a couple notches. If not, I am sure you will hear all about it."

Leaving Salt behind he took his tray to be cleaned and left the cafeteria making his way towards the quad, the impish smile still on his face.
 
Salt considered it, and had half convinced himself on the possibilities of making a few side sails out of Claudio's stash while he was sparring. But he hadn't been excused from drill practice today. While the school's Master of Drill was one of the few teachers--maybe the only--that had any real affection for him he wasn't going to risk the pionts, given his precarious position. Besides, he felt a certain amount of pride at being the second of the schools Honor Guard. It was a position he had earned through dicipline and merit. If the cadet Captain of the Guard wasn't number 76 then Salt would probably be first. The fact that he had made second the moment he popped out of the Spartans' ranks said much. He checked his watch fortunately this wasn't a full dress rehersal day. He wouldn't have time to get back to his room for his uniform.
"Tell me how it went later. You can also bring me the list of what you need me to get for the glam, if anything"

He went back to get his own tray and soon was on his way to drill. They were preparing for some kind of display, he wasn't sure if it was an event, a guest of honor, or what but didn't mich care. In the event, the Captain woukd he getting the lions share of the pionts or the deductions for their performance, but, as second he how stood to gain as well if they made the school look good. He also played with the idea of what to do about Ms. Elanor tomorrow, she was cute afterall.
 
"I mean my partner."

He did it again, speaking out of place, placing strangers in an uncomfortable spot. He could smell the discomfort in her blood. Meric silently scolded himself for doing so.

"Yes. I'm a familiar. Formally registered partner of Dustin Raight..."

As Elanor continued explaining her situation, her words stirred a discomfort within him as well. Her experiences reminded Meric of the ones he escaped from two years ago - not quite the same storyline, but similar enough to twist his disgust over how this one Familiar has had to live in order to gain success at this place of - higher learning. He knew he was not well educated about exactly how the whole process worked for Familiars, but Meric knew there should be a more humane way to gain respect and prestige than that.

"So I am glad you helped me get out of there before me trying to have a homework buddy caused the cafeteria to become the latest annex to the Tower's arena. The faculty would probably frown on that."

With a calmed grin, Meric bowed his head again, "By all means, I'm happy to be of service." He paused a moment, considering his words carefully to avoid other issues. "I, um... may consider your offer soon. That is, when you're ready to... move on." He paused, taking a step back before tipping his head once more. "It would do me some good to meet more friends, I think. Perhaps, you can be the first."

Glancing at the tower clock at the library, Meric concluded that his library rendezvous will have to wait till later. By the time he crosses the campus, it will be time for the dueling event. "Are you going to the dueling exhibition? If so, may I escort you?"
 
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