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Whirtlestaffs Wizards Academy Action: in-character thread

Alexandra replies to Capizzio as she sits down, "Someone's been having Durgeon and Tylara on. The only weird part is that it wasn't one of us."

She takes an object that looks like a sparrow or wren made from copper and brass plates joined together with tiny rivets in an overlapping fashion that looks quite convincingly feather-like out of her satchel and sets it on the table, then starts searching for something else in her bag.

"It seems harmless enough though. Just a voice. I still think Pandak or Dalomock might have done it. They left fast enough."
 

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Kerlan Rayne walks into the room with a smile on his face. "Hey Guys, how's everyone doing?" He is in a verry chipper mood which, most likely, is too much for some people. He looks very plain in his brown traveling clothes. He looks very out of place at the school among all the robes, but he prefers not to be in uniform when not in classes.

OOC: Sorry I'm coming in late. Leif says he would let me in since he closed the recruiting earlier than he said he would.
 

IC: It is getting late in the evening now, and tomorrow being Saturday in the game (No class at the Academy!! Yea!), everyone agrees to get together again here, following a semi-late and leisurely breakfast, say meet about 10:30 am?

KerlanRayne said:
OOC: Sorry I'm coming in late. Leif says he would let me in since he closed the recruiting earlier than he said he would.
OOC:
OOC: No apology necessary. And DON'T try to make it all my fault that you're late, either!! :p (I only accept partial blame.)

OOC: I'm having out-of-game (OOG?) issues/concerns, so it may be after Christmas before we can really get going here. Hopefully, I'll be able to put up a preliminary post tomorrow, but I can't gurantee that, either. Please use this time to have your OOC discussions (in the OOC thread, please?) about spell swapping and all that. Then when we get going, everyone should have all the kinks worked out and characters will, hopefully, be finalized. MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL!!!!
 
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Tylara

"Well, I for one, won't stick around here to be mocked by the walls. Since no one seems to have anything more exciting to do, I'm going to bed. See you at breakfast." She gathers her things and makes her way to her room. A very pleasant place with a small window, a mural of a pastoral scene painted on the wall and several small plants.
 

Putting hies newspapper down, Gregory will say "I heard wer suppose to have Tripe Stew AGAIN for supper, I absolutly refuse to eat it anyone care to joing me for dinner"
 

Capizzio watches Tylara exit flashing a flitatious wink and smile at her. he shrugs when she continues on without seeing him. leaning down to ales he says to her, "i gues it was one of those two who left befo i got here then. i hate missing all of the fun."

as Kerlan walks in and speaks, Capizzio waves at him and replies, " hey Kap! we must have missed quite the dialog apperently...even the stones had something to say!" His stomach growls on cue when the suggestion of food elsewhere is mentioned by Gregory.

"sounds great to me! how about you alex?" he watches with silent intrest as she fiddles with the copper constructs
 

"Sure, I'll have one," Alex mumbles as she peers between the 'feathers' of the bird at the complicated apparatus inside.

Then she frowns as her brain catches itself up on its inner chatlog of the conversations spinning around her. She looks around at Capizzio.

"Wait. What?"
 

Durgeon (Male Dwarf Conjurer)

Durgeon forcefully gathers his books and papers shortly after Tylara leaves and grumbles his way out of the common room. The dwarf follows her to help make himself feel better by exchanging spells in her room.
 

Shayuri said:
"Sure, I'll have one," Alex mumbles as she peers between the 'feathers' of the bird at the complicated apparatus inside.

Then she frowns as her brain catches itself up on its inner chatlog of the conversations spinning around her. She looks around at Capizzio.

"Wait. What?"
"Dinner? You, Gregory, Myself, maybe Kerlan?" he looks to the last named to get a response, " Either that or it is tripe stew *shudder* again *shudder*"
 


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