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((Sorry I've been MIA. Work has been absolutely killing me. I'm only working two days this week though! yay!) Nyx though for a moment, trying to think of what place to say. Born in the US, immediately moved to the middle east, childhood in everywhere from Tibet to Turkey to Indonesia. Was it...

"Go for it. You have just as much decoration right as i do." Nyx said, smiling at the girl's music taste. Greenday never was one of her favorites, but she could dig it. On her own side of the room, Nyx had a few prints from band concerts, some poster's promoting the tours, and the occasional...

"No, definitely not." Nyx laughed a little, and sat down on one of the two desk chairs. "Third year. I'm just excited to get back to what I was doing before hand." Nyx looked on for a moment, before reverting herself back to the conversation. "But for now, my job is to be the bug in the...

"Sadly, yes That's a recent development though." Maya said. After spending so much time here her accent had dwindled, but as a child she spent quite a few years in turkey, and then even more in Northern Egypt. That was cause enough for a peculiar mix, even without all the words and ways of...

"Welcome to Lincoln." Maya huffed. She took off her glasses and put them on the bedside table before closing the old book onto her lap. "Sorry if you ran into Mrs. Evil Witch out there." Maya couldn't help but chuckle a little bit at that line. She would definitely have to use THAT one again.

Maya sat on her bed for the year, as her stepmother made one more glance over at the whole room, pretty blatantly judging her decoration taste in her own side. "You can leave now." She said sternly, reading over her glasses at some old book she had packed away in her trunk. "Nyx don't make...

Climbing up into the rafters was like going through space. This was where the thickest bunch of the black powder was, blacking most of everything out around you. Getting to the top though, you're looking out over the mess. "Welcome to the rabbit hole." Cole said, stepping up onto the platform...

(Hoorah for getting off of work early.)) Cole laughed, standing up to join the girl. There wasn't much to this area of the arts wing, other than the back rooms and the raftors. The rafters were her favorite, not just because that's where all of the old stage props were left to just so...

((Sorry!!! I totally thought I had replied.)) "That's horrible." Cole was struck dumb, not knowing what to say. She couldn't believe anyone could treat their own blood so horribly, just because of something like that. Perhaps it was a grudge her uncles held with one of her parents for having...

Colette smiled and laughed to herself a little, not wanting to embarrass the girl. In a bubbly voice she reassured Jessica. "You can take this off of my hands." Colette held the bag out for her, raising an eyebrow playfully. Jessica seemed more nervous than anything, probably just because a...

Aleida was tired, aching, and covered in dirt. She'd been outside all day training and practicing, for quests she would rarely ever be given. Being a female knight was hard, because no one saw potential in her or saw jsut how hard she could fight. Even though she won the title fair and square...

"So I'm guessing you haven't done anything with them reccently?" Cole laughed, shaking her head a little as she sat down next to the girl. Laying down on her back, she looked back up at the dust. She was surprised Miss Rictor hadn't made an appearance again. "Magic is kind of like that. If you...

"Well, you certainly have some much cooler tattoos than me." Cole said, still in an awe. She picked up a water bottle from her bag, handing it to Ura. The vines begin to retreat as they werent being called apon anymore, the magic failing them at this point. "So, you don't have any...

"Okay... How did you hide those under your sweater." Colette said in awe, her jaw dropped and eyes as big as dinner plates. Sure she'd seen wings before, but she'd never seen them just... Appear like that. And none as vibrant or technicolor as that. She'd only ever seen people that had their...

"not at all." She huffed, standing up. Cole touched her chest dramatically to act as if she was insulted. Then though, one of the vines wrapped around then hilt of the sword, and swung forward. The one that had propped her up swung by Ura's feet in an attempt to trip it. Their movements were...

Cole fell back, tripping over her own feet quite unapologetically. 'Ofcourse she has sword training. Duh.' She thought, struggling to fend for herself again Ura. She was practically a master compared to her, even if the match only lasted a few seconds. Within a moment Ura had her sword to her...

Cole took a step back, eyeing her opponent and trying to figure out what Ura could possibly try and pull. The plants in the back caught her attention, so she began to circle around, not once turning away from Ura. Silence was deafening, but the clicking of Cole's boots broke it. She lunged...

"Yeah... Gotta have it somewhere. Everyone's got someone to support them." Cole said, nodding along with Ura. The dust moved like ink in water, waving and swirling to mix in the air. Colette caught herself watching Ura, moving the dust and being lost in thought. She was gorgeous now that she...

Cole smiled and laughed a little, raising her eyebrow playfully. "Good, because they seem like assholes." "Well, I live with my aunt. It's great fun living with a crazy Elf that does witchcraft. My dads a questionmark, and my mom died in childbirth, so I guess we're both lowly little orphans."...

Cole shook herself from her train of thought, and back into the current moment. Letting go of her hand she looked around for Miss Rictor, not hearing any more struggling in catching the loose enchanted textbook. "Do you still stay witht hose uncles who made you get the tattoos?" Cole asked...