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> [PRIDE] Fuck you Lancel. My name is Purps

> [CRUELTY] The only family I lost was to your people. And I will avenge the,

> [ANGER] Don't you dare judge me. The blood of half the world is on your hands.

> [SHAME] Hesitate at his venom

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> [ANGER] Don't you dare judge me. The blood of half the world is on your hands.

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>> [CRUELTY] The only family I lost was to your people. And I will avenge the,

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> [PRIDE] Fuck you Lancel. My name is Purps
I don't want to go with anger because that leaves us open to the obvious counter of "well why don't you help me stop the killing".

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>> [PRIDE] Fuck you Lancel. My name is Purps

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> [ANGER] Don't you dare judge me. The blood of half the world is on your hands.
> [PRIDE] Fuck you Lancel. My name is Purps

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>> [ANGER] Don't you dare judge me. The blood of half the world is on your hands.
>"May the fires of Minerva engulf you and your pitiful organization."

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As the expensive looking window explodes outwards. The egg like shaping and artisianal designs turning into nothing but millions of particles of sharp snowfall down to the streets below. The heartless bastard puts the lives of so many at risk just to leave in a hasty fashion, "Fuck you Lancel." You shout, the sudden whipping wind trying to steal the words from the air, "My name is Purps."

He looks back, just a second before he steps over the precipice and freefalls to the ground so far below. "Don't worry. I won't forget it."

With that he is whipped form your sight as he hands himself over to gravity and the wind. Almost disapearing into the rapidly darkening world beyond the room as gracefully as a hungover whore.

His exit leaves you seething, a slight desire to give chase creeping into the back of your mind.

> [WORRY] The Headmistress is going to be pissed

> [SHAME] Maybe I can make it back to the dorms before someone comes to check on me

> [FRUSTRATION] Chase him!

> [CURIOSITY] Wonder where Hona was taken to be looked after by the headmistress

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>> [CURIOSITY] Wonder where Hona was taken to be looked after by the headmistress

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> [WORRY] The Headmistress is going to be pissed

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>> [WORRY] The Headmistress is going to be pissed

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>> [CURIOSITY] Wonder where Hona was taken to be looked after by the headmistress

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> [CURIOSITY] Wonder where Hona was taken to be looked after by the headmistress

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Roll me a 1d20. First one taken.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

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Slowly, you creep out of the room and find nobody waiting for you. Thankfully you manage to make it almost all the way to your dorm... But at the last turn, you see a black umbrella and manage to stop yourself.

A small lady turns and curtseys to you, politely saying; "I am so very sorry. I appear to have wandered from my dormroom... I'm not usually one for staying up to such times as this you see."

"It's only about eight at night..." The comment is out of your mouth before you stop it and the girl looks almost frustrated at herself.

"Sorry. We got up early on the farm y'see and..." One look at the girl's attire and figure is enough to blast holes wider than a cannon shot in this girl's story. She wears a silk esque black dress with more rumples, foldes and bows than a noblewoman's. Her frame is almost doll like and the skin porcelain white.

> [FRUSTRATION] Bullshit. What's going on.

> [CURIOSITY] Who are you?

> [PRIDE] Okay. Have fun wandering around and lying.

> [DETERMINATION] Bye.

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>> [PRIDE] Okay. Have fun wandering around and lying.

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> [CURIOSITY] Who are you?

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>> [CURIOSITY] Who are you?

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"I'm sorry I've been rude. Purps." You offer your hand to her, "Who're you?"

"Oh I'm uh... Naga. Naga Seren." Instead of taking the hand she curtseys again. Because that's what farmers do; curtsey and give formal introductions.

"Well Naga. It's nice to meet you." You say attempting to end the conversation, walking past her to your dorm... After all, can't snoop for an operating room with the world's worst compulsive liar watching your every step.

So despite really wanting to see what's going on, you head to the dorm room door and open it, seeing your new home for the first time.

> Jo and Maria are glaring at each other

> Cellahad is drawing up some kind of dormate agreement

> Stella is trying to turn her bed into a roost using spare poles from the other beds

> Everyone is already asleep

> Write-In a situaiton.

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> Stella is trying to turn her bed into a roost using spare poles from the other beds

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>> Write-In a situaiton.
You have opened the wrong room, and have become witness to intimate actions of others.

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>Stella is trying to turn her bed into a roost using spare poles from the other beds

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>> Cellahad is drawing up some kind of dormate agreement

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> Stella is trying to turn her bed into a roost using spare poles from the other beds

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When you open the door to the Dorm, most of your roomates are asleep, each one wearing thick furred ear protectors on their head. Makes sense for the Academy to provide a way for roomates not to wake each other up constantly, shame they look so silly though.

Cellahad is missing, but a door to your left blocks sounds of running water. However, what draws the majority of your attention is Stella constructing some bizarre climbing frame like structure using wooden poles and some sort of adhesive strips. She's adorable, cooing and fluffing up her wings in the cute sheep esque pajamas; frustration being expressed to you in waves of bird and commonspeak at once.

> [CURIOSITY] Hey Stella, what you doing?

> [PITY] Do you need help Stella?

> [LUST] You know you can just sleep with me right?

> [WORRY] Stella, take a break. You seem very upset.

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>[pity] do you need help stella?

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>> [CURIOSITY] Hey Stella, what you doing?

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>> [PITY] Do you need help Stella?

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>> [PITY] Do you need help Stella?

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> [LUST] You know you can just sleep with me right?

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> [PITY] Do you need help Stella?
Poor useless birb.

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Called for Pity. Gonna do some things first.

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"Do you need any help Stella?" Is your first reaction, the girl flapping like a pigeon as you almost force her to lose balance on the pole.

She seems to make herself look bigger, though you remain impassive and simply meet her impetious gaze as she accosts you- "N-No. I've made roosts before! I make roosts all the time! Do you need help making your bed?"

The comment makes you look over to the lucury bed. It's intact, unlike your own personal bed, where once there were poles connecting to some kind of curatin esque structure - they have been removed by the harpy in order to make her own mad construction. "No, everything appears to be in order on my end."

"W-well good! I'm happy for you!" She shouts bitterly. She even stamps her talon on the pole she perches upon.

> [CURIOSITY] Can't you sleep in the bed tonight? Finish whatever you're making tomorrow?

> [ZEN] There is no shame in requiring a friend's assistance. Many hands make light work.

> [PRIDE] Well, I'm going to go sleep in my comfy bed then since you don't want my help.

> [LUST] You know, they say nothing's comfier than a lap pillow. Wanna try it?

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> [PRIDE] Well, I'm going to go sleep in my comfy bed then since you don't want my help.


Then after we lie down we can check on/look at the birb struggle and maybe offer to help if they're still struggling.

In a proud/teasing manner of course.

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>> [ZEN] There is no shame in requiring a friend's assistance. Many hands make light work.

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> [PRIDE] Well, I'm going to go sleep in my comfy bed then since you don't want my help.

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> [ZEN] There is no shame in requiring a friend's assistance. Many hands make light work.

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>> [ZEN] There is no shame in requiring a friend's assistance. Many hands make light work.

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> [PRIDE] Well, I'm going to go sleep in my comfy bed then since you don't want my help.

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PRIDE wins. Writing.

Sorry guys, my update schedule's been terrible due to insomnia kicking my ass. Just got the first five hours sleep since my trip to Edinburgh. So let's see what I can do today before DMing

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"Well then Stella. I see you have everything handled." You haughtily declare, disrobing and pulling back the sheets on the marked by your luggage, "I'll just get into this nice comfortable bed of mine... Since you don't need any help." As if to punctuate this you slide into the luxurious sheets and duvet, a not entirely put on sigh of contentment leaving your lips and causing your body to glow slightly.

Her head whips around to make a sound of annoyance, before her attention returns to her construction with ner fervour. Like a storm of feathers, tuft and determinaiton she makes use of of hands and talon to try and make some kind of criss crossing monstrosity of dar wood and curtains; in fact you can vaguely see what she's going for.

"You know Stella, if you drag that pole and wrap the curtains around the second layer.. You'd be pretty much finished." If you had a drink you would sip it right now. Reclining an watching her struggle is surprisingly entertaining for you.

"Wh-what do you mean? Not that I don't know who to build a roost or anything!" She looks so tired, do Harpies need more sleep or something? Because those bags under her eyes weren't there today...

> [PRIDE] Instruct her from the bed

> [LUST] Get up and help her

> [WORRY] Are you sure you're okay to keep working on this?

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> [PRIDE] Instruct her from the bed

I wish we had a tall glass of some nice drink right now.

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>pride, instruct her

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>> [PRIDE] Instruct her from the bed

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"Well you're pretty much finished." The laziness in your voice is hard to disguise and resting your feet on the bottom support of the bed means that she gets a look at your feet, a feeling of imperiousness is simply covering you. Makes you feel warm in ways you don't normally feel warm except around Honamurei, a glass of wine and you'd probably be set forever. "Take the cloth in your talons. Feed it through the gap between where you're standing now and the poles below."

As she flaps her wings and hovers, she fdoes her best to feed it through. Her eyes light up when she sees what you're getting at, but you continue to instruct, Ignoring the blushing redheaded girl emerging from the shower in nothing but a towel. "Mhmm Now you need to knot that, pull it taut on the other side and you'll have enough support."

She lets out a squak of excitement as she works, clearly overjoyed, "I see! I see! and I'm doing it ! I'm building a roost all on my own!"

> [PRIDE] Good job Stella.

> [CURIOSITY] Is this a big deal?

> [LUST] Why are you blushing Cellahad?

> [RELIEF] I'm glad you got that sorted Stella.

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>> [CURIOSITY] Is this a big deal?

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> [PRIDE] Good job Stella.

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>> [PRIDE] Good job Stella.

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> [CURIOSITY] Is this a big deal?

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> [PRIDE] Good job Stella.

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>> [PRIDE] Good job Stella.

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"Good job Stella." You call warmly as the blushing redhead edges her way to her own bed, the harpy looks down at you and coos quietly as she flashes you two thumbs up.

"Thanks very much Purps! You've been such a great help. You're really nice." She is so expressive when she's like this. Her hands are waving, fists are pumping. the little ball of fluff is causing you to actually smile.

"It seems you two have cooked up a fine Roost." Cellahad says, looking firmly away fro you for some reason. Using her trunk to hide her body from you as she changes into her pajamas.

"Yeah! I was struggling with the last bit and she knew just what to do-" She seems to be willing to give you the credit which is nice. "I mean, it was mostly me but she did help!" There we go.

"Well, I'm glad you're finally comfortable. But we should sleep; first class is really early and I don't want to fail." The girl's hair tumbles down her back impossibly. The locks were so neat and close to her head, how are they now touching the floor? "I'm sorry we didn't get to talk more..." She says quietly, her back to you as she runs a towel through the crimson river.

With a sigh you admit she's right, shutting your eyes. Automatically you roll onto your side and stretch and arm out, only for it to flop to the bed with a lonely thump... It's weird not having your little spoon. Sleep isn't exactly easy to chase down and capture... But it's arrival does bring about a veritable forrest of doors.

> Black as night

> Shining Bright, Carved from Steel

> A door of glass

> A silver door inlaid with marble

> A familiar door (Tornin, Hona, Lexington)

> Turn away and visit your demense

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>> A silver door inlaid with marble

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>> Shining Bright, Carved from Steel

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> A silver door inlaid with marble

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>> A silver door inlaid with marble

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> A silver door inlaid with marble

star is busy is, and I quote, "at the Mrs" today so he wont be posting for today (I think)

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> Shining Bright, Carved from Steel
It sounds like so many people we know.

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Resting your hands on the freezing silver door you feel the marble coursing with fiery wrath, it is difficult for you to open the door. In fact it causes no end of huffing and puffing from you to eventually force the doors into cooperation, a stiff breeze assailing you when the light begins pouring over your form.

Beyond the door, you've entered the causeway to a towering castle of fantastic impossibility. Every stone is brilliant white and every tower or gatehouse the peak of a tumbling, roaring waterfall. White water, white stones, all nestles snugly on top of everstretching greenery like an ivory crown. From below, the jungle breaths upwards a thick blueish fog and it is upon looking down to observe this... You notice that you have become clad in a maid outfit.

Huh.

From within the castle walls, you hear a bell being rung. It is no cry of alarm or alert, but simply a summons. No paltry hand rang bell should be able to reach out this far, but lo and behold it does.

> [CURIOSITY] Huh wonder what the bell's for?

> [PRIDE] I am going nowhere until I get out of this peasent garb

> [WORRY] Nope I'm out.

> [CURIOSITY] What's in the Fog? Let find out! - Jump in

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>> [CURIOSITY] Huh wonder what the bell's for?

Just posting a bump since the update was at super early o'clock for the yanks.

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> wonder what that bell is for

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> [CURIOSITY] What's in the Fog? Let find out! - Jump in
We dark souls

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> [CURIOSITY] Huh wonder what the bell's for?

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"I wonder what the bell's for?" You wonder aloud, your voice changed to that of an accent harsher than Honamurei's. In fact, there is something different about it, even harder Vs a sort of dragging across the vowels.

You emerge into a castle courtyard, although you can't remember the journey along the causeway or even entering the fabulous gates behind the waterfall. A great rancor of clanging metal, applause and cheers greets you as you approach. Countless of faceless men with white hair and bearing weapons of exquisite green glass.

"Excellent timing! My son, look upon your new warden!" A perfect specimen of humanity is gestureing to you, drawing the gaze of the faceless crowd. He stands as tall a house, as thick as a castle wall and has a moustche of glorious granite. On his head rests an ivory crown and the splendorous armour he bears is so polished you are reflected in it; A maid, amble hipped and breasted. Your hair is the colour of honey on a war summer's day and your cheeks blush at the slightest gesture.

In front of the king like champion, a young boy no older than... Luc. Turns to study you, leaning slightly on the halberd that is embedded in the ground. "You are to teach me?" He asks sweetly.

> I am Lord Klaus

> Where am I?

> Who is everyone?

> Fuck this

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>> Who is everyone?

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> I am Lord Klaus
I guess. I'm fine with going of script at some point but I wouldn't want to make a scene!
>splendorous
Lol

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Fabulous and wonderful just didn't seem splendorous enough.

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> I am Lord Klaus

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Dropping into a routine curtsey you feel that a rather thick broadsword is strapped to your knee and up your dress. "I am indeed Lord Klaus. My name is Bridgett. I will be your tutor, protector, companion and servant." With a maternal smile you finally make eye contact with him, tearing your gaze free of the paving stones. "I hope to be worthy of your attention."

Something in the boy's gaze softens at your smile, seemingly pulling himself out of the moment to simply stare at you. His whole world seems to just fade into the background like weather beyond a thick window, "Well my son. I will leave you in Bridgett's capable stewardship." At that proclamation the men all begin moving past you in a gleaming tide.

"Well my Lord; I believe now it is time for lunch." He snatches at your hand, the other lifting his halberd and using it like a hermit's walking stick. With a slight squeeze, you continue inward. "What would My lord like to eat?"

As both of you enter the keep the world seems to change in an impossibly bright light. The boy beside you seeming to fade away into the incredible void and reform, older. His eyes are sharper, his body is firmer and muscluar. He has developed a staggering drive, focusing in on his tasks, duties and desires.

Right now you are.

> Bathing

> Classes

> Sparring

> Holding Court

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> Holding Court

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> Sparring

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3 way tie.

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Called. Will write when available.

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> Bathing

Inbefor we trained the evil guy people want dead

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He opens the engagement with a high horizontal cut, one that alows him to ajdust the grip on his halberd mid slice in order for him to change his target from your head to the shoulder. It is a cunning move and a stunningly executed feint, enough to trick even veteran or extremely talented soldiers the world over.

Were it not for the fact he starts every single sparring bout with it.

With a flicked wrist his halberd is sent up into the air, your broadsword being brough to bare and rapping against his armour in a sweeping strike. The blunted weapon does not in fact cleave him from chest to hip, instead sending the immaculate white clad Lordling into the dirt and bouncing across the sparring plateau.

He just refuses to learn. As he comes charging in with his halberd paralel to the ground, three thrusts at waist height then a low sweep. Instead of blocking them, you simply step out of the way casually. Going as far as to raise an eyebrow and dust your maid outfit once your charge has realised the lack of effort on your part.

Rage and embarressment twist his features and you simply ram your palm into his nose. The boy is stunned as his nose bursts, allowing you to pivot around him and lay the blunt broadsword against his throat in victory.

You even let him use his actual weapon this spar.

> My Lord. Why do you stubbornly refuse to learn?

> Pathetic. Your father would have my head if he saw such little progress.

> This is not good enough. You are the next Marble King.

> You fought well My Lord. If you mix things up you may get me next time

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> Pathetic. Your father would have my head if he saw such little progress. You are the next Marble King, Fight like it!

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>> Pathetic. Your father would have my head if he saw such little progress.

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>> This is not good enough. You are the next Marble King.

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>Pathetic. Your father would have my head if he saw such little progress.
Bully.

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> My Lord. Why do you stubbornly refuse to learn?

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Writing for pathetic, with a lil bit of motivation.

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"This is pathetic, your father would be having my head atop the walls for such little progress!" He backs off, looking utterly humiliated as his gaze falls on the stones between his toes, "Every two days for the past year, you have done the exact same thing in the exact same way! It is disgusting, where is your pride as a warrior? Where is the drive to improve? All I see is a boy being handed his father's kingdom and spending his time playing pretend with one of the smithy's weapons!"

He mumbles and apology, but that only sets you off worse. You're hands practically tear chunks out of the streams of honey on your head, "Don't be sorry!" You jab him in the chest with your blunt sword, "Be angry! Be better! Be insulted! You are to be the next Marble King, now fight like !"

The tears in his eyes are genuine and you have cut him far deeper than anyone else. The words and the fact you're ocnsidered too lowborn to even register on his family's radar must make his brain melt with sheer disbelief... Were it not for your prodigious skills, he would never have looked upon your face unless it were on his wall. But now here you are lording it over him.

Good. You hope this moment sinks in well.

> Draw your actual broadsword. "Get ready. We're doing this again."

> End it for the day. Comfort him.

> Taunt him, remind him of his bloodline and yours. Claim you're the Ivory Princess and he should be your butler

> Explain why his father can best you

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> Draw your actual broadsword. "Get ready. We're doing this again."

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>> Taunt him, remind him of his bloodline and yours. Claim you're the Ivory Princess and he should be your butler

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>Explain why his father can best you
I don't think starting up again with him in this state will be very helpful. Trying to get him into a different mindset though, to pretend he is walking in someone else's shoes, that might help.

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Every fucking time.

I'm going to bed again.

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> Explain why his father can best you
Then after would fight again

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"Have you ever wondered why your father can beat me?" You ask him, the accent of whoever you're supposed to be in this dream butchering the sentence, "Because you're spending so much time trying to be him, you're not even living up to him."

"W-what does that even mean-"

"It means Klaus. That I am stronger than your father, I am quicker than him. Yet in all the years I served as his squiress, then bodyguard, now your personal servant - I haven't beaten him once. Because he is a combat genius." The sentiment hangs in the air.

"But... I'm using his fighting techniques and movements. I'm using the same type of weapon and -"

"And you refuse to vary your approach to this combat whatsoever. If I wanted to be cruel I could strike you down unarmed and blindfolded; because you're predictable. There is no adjustment, improvisaiton or analysing of my technique and reacting to it." The character's habits force you to put your hands on your hips and the ridiculous bust you've grown shows him more valley than the chasm below this castle. "When you fight, you are not fighting the opponent, but fighting whatever story of your father's is going on inside your head. We are going to do this again. If I see even a hint of you falling into old habits."

The look on his face is one of fear, but it quickly hidden behind focus and determination the boy using the blade of his halberd to heft himself up. The light armour and white crest soiled by the thin layer of sand that's kept up around the paving stones. "I am not going to wash your scarred body again you perverted trollop."

> Well then you better learn to improvise. ATTACK

> Trust me it's punishment for both of us ATTACK

> Come on then. Unless you enjoy me playing Ivory Princess My Lord? BAIT HIM

> Land a hit and I might believe you don't want that GUARD

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>> Come on then. Unless you enjoy me playing Ivory Princess My Lord? BAIT HIM

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>trust me it's a punishment for the both if us
>unleash a can of woop ass

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> Come on then. Unless you enjoy me playing Ivory Princess My Lord? BAIT HIM

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> Come on then. Unless you enjoy me playing Ivory Princess My Lord? BAIT HIM

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>> Come on then. Unless you enjoy me playing Ivory Princess My Lord? BAIT HIM

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Gesturing at yourself with the sword you interrupt his train of thought and insults by mocking him, "Come on then; unless you secretly enjoy me playing the Ivory princess?"

"Your thin blood isn't fit to say the words!" He shouts as he surprises you with a flurry of thrusts to your chest and stomach. Backpedalling allos you to parry to the side and lashout with a swipe at his face, instead of his usual duck Klaus leans forward and takes your blade on the shaft of his halberd.

With a surge of pride and excitement you are forced back by the bizarre blod, the boy changing hands in order to force your sword aside, a calm storm raging in front of you as he silently begins assaulting you from all directions.

Your weapons sing out as the boy begins allowing his speed to come into things darting and dashing around you, the boy reminds you of one of those flying monks as he begins adding hops and jumps into his repotoire...

With an outstretched hand you grip the staff of the halberd, the boy midair and spinning as you simply poull on his wepaon hard. Sending him into the ground hard enought to splinter the ancient ground.

"Exceptional work My Lord." You compliment, his face going from pain to something much warmer at you words. With a mother's pride you smile at him, "Such an interesting style. I look forward to seeing you develop."

"Y-you too." He stutters.
Minerva's glory is just creeping into the room as you yawn, awakening into the silk sheeted dorm that is your new home. Through blurry eyes you notice Jo is the only one awake, the Amazon silently praying by her bed... She's been taught the morning tribute sect hm? Interesting.

> [DETERMINATION] Go shower while everyone is busy.

> [ZEN] Pray

> [PRIDE] Get dressed

> [CURIOSITY] Speak to Jo when she's done

> Write-In

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Don't forget to talk to our friend, Minerva.

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> [ZEN] Pray

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>DETERMINATION] Go shower while everyone is busy.
Gotta make it a cold shower after all that dream shota bullying, phew.

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> [ZEN] Pray

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