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Floogster walked into the classroom just as Jonas was finished with his preparations. There was a strange smell in the room.
"What's that smell?" Floogster asked, before gagging.
The small mage started to cough as he waved his hands to ward off the fragrance. The Luggage stepped in front of him, taking a deep breath and most of the fragrance along with it. Floogster was still gagging.
"W...what was... that awful stuff?" the kid asked, before coughing again.
OOC: Dontcha just hate allergies? ^^;
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Vegetable arrived to the fighting class a couple of minutes before Quentin left. He looked at the randomly strewn desks with a raised eyebrow, but didn't comment and just waited for the other students to file in.
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Voer Walton snapped up his gun as six targets popped into view. Six shots rang out, and six bullets hit the middle of the 'head' of each target. Nodding in satisfaction, he discarded the empty clip and reloaded his gun. Seventy five shots on seventy five targets, all hitting the 'head'. He needed a better method of practicing. He noted that it was about time for class to start, and thus headed to attend. Voer arrived with five minutes to spare. |