[i]Althalus[/i]

He entered the room and sat down next to Mar, unannounced and moving quietly. For a few moments he just sat next to her, idly watching. Then he took out his old familiar coin, beginning to flip it between his fingers as he hummed a slight tune. It had been two weeks since the operation and Mar's recovery, if one could call it that. She had been sleeping for much of the past week, and when she hadn't been sleeping she had been silently depressed, obviously about her tail and the events that happened before it. She claimed not to remember what happened in her mind, and Satori remembered nothing as well. It struck Althalus as odd and worried him as well. Who, or what, was powerful enough to wipe Satori's memory and what do they want with Mar? It was yet again something he couldn't defend Mar against. But he could prepare to fight to defend her. 

[color=00aeef]"You know. Legs aren't that bad. You can finally climb trees, balance properly, kick things, wall run, jump, all kinds of things. And if you're worried about being stabbed and taken out, welcome to the club. Everyone in the college has been stabbed by surprise, me more so than others."[/color] He flicked his coin through the air, catching it in his other fingers and beginning to flip it almost immediately. He smiled childishly. [color=00aeef]"Been practicing that with Lyn for a while. That reminds me. Alaira's still very upset about being knocked out and having her jaw broke by her one opponent, and only getting lucky when she killed him. If she hadn't hit him just right in the skull, he would have only been very angry and hurting rather than dead from electric shock to the brain. I mentioned it, and she threw bottles at me. With terrifying accuracy. I'm not even sure where she got most of them from. "[/color]



[u]Uicle[/u]

CLANG!

[color=598527]"Gods damn it![/color]" Uicle cursed as he was picking himself up from the ground where he had slipped. "So much for my dramatic entrance." He grumbled, making his way over to where Tyrael was.[color=598527] "So. This is what the mighty Demonomancy teacher does when he screws up. Wallows in self-pity. Impressive, truly."[/color] Uicle sat down on the stool next to Tyrael, only to crash to the ground as it broke. He sighed in defeat. [color=598527]"Fine. I'll remain standing for this talk."[/color] He picked himself up yet again, before turning to face the half-demon. [color=598527]"Alright. You've had enough time to wallow in self-pity about how you screwed up in the Catacombs. You made  mistake. So do we all. You're not teaching but that doesn't mean you can't be helping yourself or the College. We're at war, in case you haven't noticed. Something sent those mages. Something  attacked our students and nearly succeeded in making you do a terrible thing. I want to see them defeated before they see us defeated. But we can't do it while you wallow here. You can either sit here like a failure, or you can do something about it."[/color]