Nanaya

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@AThousandCurses

Do you think you'd be able to have a post up in the next two days, or should we go ahead to the next round for now? No pressure!

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That's all good! @Sifr is also up.

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Y'know, I hadn't really thought about that. Huh.

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@Estylwen

With ties to primal teachings and her life in Vaal Kastrix, Ciara would likely feel some measure of familiarity with the classroom similar to her hometown's 'feel'. Closer to the feeling of being near a spot due for essence eradication, in particular.

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Shorter post, but I figure this round's more of a player talk-y one anyway.

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@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode@AThousandCurses@Sifr

CLASSROOM 103

The hallways of the main building were pure chaos. Students rushed from place to place, desperately seeking their classrooms and panicking as minutes ticked on. Others found themselves more composed, moving with purpose as they entered into their respective rooms, avoiding the rising tension of the halls. At the very least, fights weren't breaking out - not yet, anyway. Perhaps now that people knew their positions were secured, there was less need to attempt murder on one another.

For the students of classroom 103, otherwise known as Compact 3, there would be no such troubles in the first place as they made their respective ways over; even as the clock ticked over to 8:55 AM, the teacher of their class was nowhere to be seen. A sticky note was attached to the top of each desk, noting the seating arrangement of the class. The room itself was rather mundane, showing little sign of the prestige associated with Wingram's larger than life presentation, and may have even felt nostalgic with its faint aromas of eraser shavings and sweaty leather. Davil and Rio could be seen chatting by a window near the front of class overlooking the courtyard, sunlight shining in on a bright day for Vaal Nero's future heroes. Chloe, meanwhile, was slowly examining each desk to find hers, all the while trying to make as little eye contact with her classmates as possible.

Despite its mundane appearance, the flow of essence was strong in this room. It was charged, as if a spell or ritual of some kind need only have its words spoken aloud to initiate something massive. Even to one not attempting to gauge the area's essence, that much was obvious, as if a sixth sense triggered as a reflex. For now, though, it remained a regular classroom with seating arrangements to be discovered and a teacher yet to appear. Chloe would throw a glance towards Iraleth every now and again, and Davil would continue pulling Rio into a one-sided conversation while occasionally throwing very different glances towards Ciara and Otis. Rio, however, remained relatively expressionless.

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The next round would be the classroom, so if @Estylwen wanted to make a response post to Otis and @AThousandCurses wished to elaborate on Chunji's cafeteria adventures, I'd be good with waiting on that! That way, my next post could be the classroom proper.

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Plot twist, I chose the middle of the road: the "sleep is for the weak" route, in which I stayed up later than I should have, but ultimately decided it's fine!

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@AThousandCurses

APOTHECARY

Another teeth-chattering chuckle left the skeletal man's mouth as he gently nudged the bottle back into Chunji's hand. With a raised eyebrow and the ever increasing indentation of his dimples, Lumyr would shake his head. "Dear boy, I didn't ask for an offering. Such a gesture is a show of good faith, you see. Have you never shook another's hand before?"

Chloe would look over with raw confusion and the slight urge to suppress a giggle of her own, nudging Chunji in the shoulder. Looking over at him with smug side-eye, she'd say, "I suppose you're full of all kinds of surprises, hm? You can see through buildings and underground, but not simple gestures in front of you."

The half-elf would cross her arms in amusement before continuing in a playful tone, saying, "I'll take note of that."

Eyeing from one student to the other, the alchemist in front of the two of them would continue to wear that skin-stretching grin, wrinkles becoming more visible by the second. "Regardless, it is a pleasure to meet the two of you, Ms. Steeler, Mr. Yi," Lumyr would interject with the fingertips of both of his hands slowly aligning with one another in front of him. "But I must sincerely apologize, for you see, the alchemy lab is closed at the moment. I trust you'll both find yourselves to Compact 3 in classroom 103 in good faith, with no thoughts of truancy clouding your minds?"

He'd continue to unblinkingly eye them both, eager to hear an answer. Chloe would glance at Chunji with a look of slight concern, her body shifting to turn away from the professor and her arms slowly wrapping around as if to guard herself from an imperceivable threat.

"Unless there was something else on your minds, or anything else you may be curious about regarding the curriculum?" Lumyr would ask this final question with a shrug, taking a half-step away from them slowly.

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@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode

CAFETERIA

Davil's blushing turned to more of a sheet pale complexion once Ciara began to walk away with Otis. Trying to brush off the unknowing rejection, he nodded his head with a nervous chuckle. He fiddled with his sleeves, as if trying to find purpose where there simply was none, before abandoning the attempt to save face altogether. The boy's hands would withdraw behind him, back standing up straight as he let out a small 'ahem', signaling his desire to maintain a mote of presence.

"W-Well, I'll be on my way now. We'll all catch up later, I'm sure. Ahahaha. Ahaha. Ahahaha! Aha..."

With a desire to turn invisible increasing by the second, Davil instead settled for exiting stage left, feebly retreating out the western doorways towards classroom 103. He maintained his composure on the outside to those who weren't savvy in reading people, but to anyone that bore witness to him with even the slightest talent for perception? The boy was dying inside, and longed for nothing more than to flee before things got any worse for him. Such was hormonal teenage angst, in the end.

King Vassago, on the other hand, proudly took his leave atop the head of bucket boy. Trumpets sounded out throughout the cafeteria in celebration, though it was unknown where they were originating from. A red carpet was rolled out the southern exit towards the fountain and entry bridge, though it was unknown when said carpet had arrived.

"Onward, my steed! The Re'Gale family continues its search," Vassago would proudly declare, and the duo would rush off into the horizon, leaving sight entirely as the doors slammed behind them. Nobody would dwell on this long, as the time for caring had suddenly left entirely with their exit as if blown away by a fierce gale.

With that, the path was clear for the remaining members of Compact 3 to discuss what they would in the cafeteria at their leisure. Life in this house of delicious morning foodstuffs had once more returned to its place of chaotic and crowded normalcy, with them simply another mundane table in its midst.

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Alright! Next round either in a few hours or tomorrow morning, depending on how tired I am shortly.