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Post by The GM on Oct 14, 2015 14:42:22 GMT
The other Imperials seem surprised by Lan that he would be seeing Eleni of all people. "Would Eleni really see someone like him?" one asks Ary in Drakarian. "I wouldn't know. It's her business." He shrugs. "But he's not even drakarian. Maybe she's just playing with him." |
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Post by Aryteneus on Oct 14, 2015 14:47:38 GMT
"I wouldn't know. It's her business." He shrugs. "But he's not even drakarian. Maybe she's just playing with him." "Eleni is a lady and can meet with whom she pleases. I imagine Lan organized it anyways." He waves a dismissive hand and stands to go. |
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Post by The GM on Oct 14, 2015 14:51:37 GMT
"But he's not even drakarian. Maybe she's just playing with him." "Eleni is a lady and can meet with whom she pleases. I imagine Lan organized it anyways." He waves a dismissive hand and stands to go. "Well maybe. You think he was that bold? Why wouldn't she turn him down?" |
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Post by Aryteneus on Oct 14, 2015 16:18:16 GMT
"Eleni is a lady and can meet with whom she pleases. I imagine Lan organized it anyways." He waves a dismissive hand and stands to go. "Well maybe. You think he was that bold? Why wouldn't she turn him down?" "Why should I know? I just met them both yesterday." |
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Post by theros on Oct 14, 2015 16:30:41 GMT
"Come on, Yarrow, duke of pages!" Theros gets up, with a forlorn look at the rather large percentage of his food that's uneaten, he gestures excitedly at Ary, and presumably Fletcher (unless Fletcher misses dinner for some reason). He heads off to the rooms.
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Post by Aryteneus on Oct 14, 2015 16:35:09 GMT
"Come on, Yarrow, duke of pages!" Theros gets up, with a forlorn look at the rather large percentage of his food that's uneaten, he gestures excitedly at Ary, and presumably Fletcher (unless Fletcher misses dinner for some reason). He heads off to the rooms. He looks excited at Theros' mad gestures, but glances back at the other Imperials first. "It was a pleasure to meet you all." (I imagine he will sneak out then...) |
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Post by The GM on Oct 14, 2015 18:53:45 GMT
"Come on, Yarrow, duke of pages!" Theros gets up, with a forlorn look at the rather large percentage of his food that's uneaten, he gestures excitedly at Ary, and presumably Fletcher (unless Fletcher misses dinner for some reason). He heads off to the rooms. He looks excited at Theros' mad gestures, but glances back at the other Imperials first. "It was a pleasure to meet you all." (I imagine he will sneak out then...) "You're going off with them?" they all seem shocked and slightly disgusted. |
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Post by Aryteneus on Oct 14, 2015 19:55:30 GMT
He looks excited at Theros' mad gestures, but glances back at the other Imperials first. "It was a pleasure to meet you all." (I imagine he will sneak out then...) "You're going off with them?" they all seem shocked and slightly disgusted. He frowns. "No. I'm going to my room to practice music and write an essay." |
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 15, 2015 10:42:03 GMT
Fletcher looks up from his seat in the corner, having been eating silently with his hood up. It had been a long day, yet it all seemed to pass in a blur. He slowly rises, taking careful note of everything in the room and particularly eyeing the imperials with some degree of caution.
The school was massive, foreign, frightening. It seemed almost too difficult just to take everything in. He felt a little bad for eavesdropping, for not joining the table. Courage was not Fletcher's strong point, but if he was going to survive here and not simply wither away it looked as though he was going to have to exercise it.
Bracing himself, he walks silently up the stairs to Theros's room.
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Post by theros on Oct 18, 2015 21:10:40 GMT
Theros runs in. He grabs a chair and heads back up to his room, carrying the chair over his head.
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Post by Burnadette on Nov 13, 2015 1:57:57 GMT
Burn limps her way into the boys dorm looking for any of her friends.
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Post by The GM on Nov 13, 2015 17:53:33 GMT
Breakfast seems to be about halfway through Yarrow seems to be eating at a table by himself, while everyone else you know seems to be nowhere to be found. There are mostly nobles you think by the way they carry themselves dividing into their own little groups. Imperials at one table, Rellarian nobles at another, the northern nobles seem a bit more scattered divided into three or four groups of their own.
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Post by Lan on Nov 13, 2015 18:58:34 GMT
Lan walks in, seeming a bit out of it. He gets his food and walks out with it.
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Post by Burnadette on Nov 13, 2015 19:22:57 GMT
Breakfast seems to be about halfway through Yarrow seems to be eating at a table by himself, while everyone else you know seems to be nowhere to be found. There are mostly nobles you think by the way they carry themselves dividing into their own little groups. Imperials at one table, Rellarian nobles at another, the northern nobles seem a bit more scattered divided into three or four groups of their own. She grins, Yarrow will get a kick out of this! She goes through the line getting food and limps her way to his table and plops down. "You will never guess what I did last night." |
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Post by The GM on Nov 13, 2015 20:42:44 GMT
Breakfast seems to be about halfway through Yarrow seems to be eating at a table by himself, while everyone else you know seems to be nowhere to be found. There are mostly nobles you think by the way they carry themselves dividing into their own little groups. Imperials at one table, Rellarian nobles at another, the northern nobles seem a bit more scattered divided into three or four groups of their own. She grins, Yarrow will get a kick out of this! She goes through the line getting food and limps her way to his table and plops down. "You will never guess what I did last night." "Besides try and get the nobles not to be so petty?" |
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