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    1. Dahlia Hawthorne 11 yrs ago

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Current I HAVE NO MOUTH BUT I MUST SCREAM
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10 yrs ago
SERA = WIFE PERFECTION

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No fair
I WANT A PEANUT MAKING BANANA BEAR EAGLE FALCON DELIVIRED VIA HOT MANLY MAN MAIL.
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Rezubian woke up in the middle of the hallway. She remembered exactly why she was there, to. After watching Dalila walk away, she tried remembering where her dorm was. She didn't really remember or care at the moment, but it came to her attention how sleepy she was. She had studied the floor beneath her, and it seemed oddly comfortable, so, she looked around her, checked to make sure no one would disturb her slumber, and laid down on the floor and dozed off. And here she was, sitting on her knees, rubbing her sore back. "That might of been a bad idea" she yawned, looking around the hallway for any signs of life.
Rezubian woke up with a start, and began struggling. "WHA- LET GO OF ME DELILA!" she yelled, though it was really no use. "YOUR ARMOR IS POKING INTO MY STOMACH!" she whined. Rezubian didn't like being tossed and turned like this. In fact, if it wasn't Delila picking her up, she might of been stabbing her. "LET ME DOWN!" she pleaded.
"We-" Rezubian was about to start, when her mouth was covered and she looked up at Delila spitefully. She was really her only friend, but sometimes they didn't get along so well. "Mmmph mmmph mmph!" her muffled voice cried out from her hand as she attempted to pry Delila's hand off, with no success. Eventually, she gave up, and just stood there, waiting for her mouth to be released. "If you let go, I will shut up and keep walking" she attempted to say, though it sill came out muffled.
Rezubian looked over her shoulder at the scene going on and let out a long, irritated sigh. "So a girl wears unique armor and is from a foreign country! You think I would of gotten more attention. I even asserted myself for the sake of social justice!" she complained. "I brushed my hair 87 times this morning! Do you know how long that took?" she whined. "I'd spent all morning prettying myself up and here I am walking down the hallway, and no one has even bothered to say 'Oh hello Rezubian' 'Oh Rezubian you look lovely today!' 'Oh Rezubian, I've missed you so much!'" she stressed. "I demand to be noticed!" she cried dramatically.

"Armor is for losers!"
Name: Kanpekina Josei
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Witch
Personality:
Kanpekina is a trickster by default, and wastes no time pranking everyone. But she is also very flirty if she sees something she likes. Kanpekina is normally very nice to people, as long as they don't get on her bad side. She likes to spend her time training to become the best she can be, but she often throws parties and slacks off.
Powers*keep it reasonable*:
Kanpekina is a plant witch, meaning she controls the plants, however she can only control one at a time.
Position*Teacher, 2nd year, trainer, etc*:
2nd year
"Go buy more shirts then, peon!" she yelled at Guy as she walked off with Delila, slightly irritated that she was being pulled away. "He was a pervert, Delila! I could of handled it!" she said. "What are we late for anyways?" she said, now panicked. "I thought we weren't late! Are we seriously late? We can't be late, oh god we're late!" she said, her voice rising with each statement. "Maybe the clocks are off.. I really hope they are, if they aren't, I might get scolded! Do you think I'll get scolded???" she panicked, listing off everything that could go wrong.
Rezubian raised an eyebrow at the girl who stepped aside. "You don't really need to do that, I could of just walked past" she said with a soft grin. "If its something you've been told to do, then you better abandon it now. There is a pretty different set of rules here" she said, still eyeing her. "By the way" she said, accompanied by a simple hand gesture "I like your armor. It brings a different flavor to this place" and after she had said this, someone had slapped head first into Delila's breast plate, and she promptly placed her heel into his back. "I have no tolerance for perverts" she said, glaring at him coldly as she rubbed her heel into his back.
Rezubian looked up at her friend, shrugging lightly at her suggestion of going forward. "I don't really know..." she replied, looking up at her masculine friend. Rezubian hated how tiny she was, and wished sometimes she would grow. Even if it was an inch, she would be happy. Her armor was pretty light, and she felt embarrassed that everyone else was dressed so heavily and here she was, wearing armor that looked like it could be penetrated by an arrow. Then again, if she had gotten heavy armor she probably wouldn't be able to stand. Her strength limited to being able to swing her sword, which was still lighter than most swords. She promised herself however that she would learn to lift heavier weapons later. Her training was far from over in her perspective, 2nd year or not.

"Well then why don't you go up there?" she suggested, elbowing her friend back. "Set the example" she stated.
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