MaraTwasHere
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She rose her brows, tsking. “I’m not being convinced. You left your gang to die, and are easily per swayable to betray us.” She stood, walking across the room before turning to pace back to the couch. “I’m sorry, I do not believe you are suitable.”
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“And then there is the part of your loyalty.” She said, tilting her head a bit. “You were in a Spanish gang? What made you leave? What was your position? Do not lie to me, Mr. Zuro, or I’ll leave you to my daughters…chambers.” The vipor smile returned.
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“Ooh, she must be talking of the bodyguard I thought we would need. She’s sharp on those things, I’ll give her that,” She lounged across the back of the couch, twirling a finger through blood red hair. “Well, Mr. Jack, I’m Mary–Not that I am what my name is popular for.” She winked. “Now, why would she drag a hunk like you here? Hmmm, pretty boy? Think you have what it takes to be in a mafia?”
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“So, Mr. Zoro, what brings you to my humble home?” She asked, scooting across the leather to get closer to the younger boy.
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“Oooh, a young one who likes more…mature women. Take a seat on that couch, Mr…?” She asked for his name as she walked to the leather couch, sitting on it like falling to her throne gracefully.
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“Alright.” She nodded and Hugo leaped onto her shoulder in a mouse form, whispering in her ear as she walked along.
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The dark haired girl shouted a bit as she saw something, someone perhaps, running into another empty classroom with a large lizard tail being dragged after them. Biting her fist the girl slowly moved over to door’s window to peek in and see a lizard-like boy.
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Varali patted Oz’s large head before turning to disappear into the school, up to where her dorm was located according to her schedule. She sighed a bit before humming, wondering if anyone actually attended class in this school. Everyone seemed to be all in the courtyard at the moment, surely they all didn’t have sparring classes. She brushed her hair behind one ear as she unlocked the door to her room, inspected it, then sat down on the plain white sheeted bed contentedly petting Oz.
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“Well, then,” Aradia coughed noticing the hours of the day slipping by. “You’ve got an uncle to contact, don’t you? Maybe you ought to be doin’ that.” She strode over, raising the pail from his head. “Is he far off? I’d rather not be late to ’em Gyptian boats. You must’ve heard of how they like to be punctual because of their trading.”
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I’m pretty sure. A character already uses one however, but I’m not sure if he asked the room Admin yet.
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She padded into the kitchen and made herself some rich chamomile tea before going to her room and clicking the door shut behind her. It was mostly plain, void of any true signs that a teenager resided in the particular room, only having a soft red rug and a queen sized bed with a desk, a few chairs and coffee table to sit on with a couple of book shelves. A window seat looking out to the night that flashed with lighting and roared with thunder, and at that window came a rapping. Bonnie sat her tea down on the coffee table before moving over to the window to push it open with a creak, Dwyer hopped in shaking his wet feathers across the seat before hopping onto her offered left arm, digging his claws into the glove she always wore to protect her flesh. “I should change,” She murmured changing into dark clothes before taking her tea and going to the basement…her chamber.
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Bonnie returned home on her door-step, moving into the house to the richly decorated entry-way. The Persian rug she stood on dotted with water from her brooding walk home, and she shook her hair out causing more droplets to fly. Someone cleared their throat and Bonnie looked through her orange lashes to see a blonde man standing tall at the top of the stairway, lanky and tall with greasy hair that flopped over his green eyes. The same green eyes of Bonnie. “Bon-Bon, honey, where were you?” He asked in his usual timid voice. “Out.” She said simply, kicking off her shoes and turning to into the kitchen, passing under her father’s place on the cat-walk.
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“Er…maybe.” She gasped, leaning against the oak tree and letting Hugo continue to laugh on her lap in ermine form, childish rolling across her thighs giggling.
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Girl and her Daemon began howling with laughter so loud the scholars could hear, some throwing open their windows to scream at them about the incident of Gobblers and respect, before vowing to come down there with their Daemons and ‘teach them a lesson’. It only made Aradia laugh louder at the pun, and wiped a tear from her eye. “A-Alter…?” She whispered, fearful her voice may crack.
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“Alright. I’ll make him pretty, but if he asks who did it was you.” She smiled, taking the back of the make-up brush and putting little bird-like feet on his face using some lip-stick. Hugo assisted her by placing the cream in his hand careful not to touch the other human’s flesh and Aradia finally let his hand drop into the pail of warm water upon finishing putting lipstick wrongly on his lips and marking his face like he were a tiger. “Alright.” She stood back, washing her hands in the warm water of the pail, scrubbing the evidence away. “You’re turn, Vi.”