Kendo is a [freaking] idiot... Maybe I do like him. Maybe. I'm
not going to tell him that though. Never. Theo looked around
the library. I need to read more. Yeah, that'll take my mind off
of him.
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
Ararora was still in the library, practicing her combat stances.
Imitating them was easy enough, it was the problem that they were
all human stances. Aka "not designed with a massive
elemental tail". So, whenever trying a new stance, she looks like
dancing... before she managed to find her proper footing. When she
did, she went to a blank book and scratched in her own style to
reference it later. It was efficient, but sadly not that quiet.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Theo flipped open a book he liked, but instantly shoved it back
into the shelf. "that's fine, I wanted to try a different genre
anyways-" He said through gritted teeth.
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
Am I really that predictable-? He walked through the
library. Nonfiction, historical, ... Romance. That's
unpredictable for me to read, he should know that I don't really
like romance. But then again he could've thought about that.
"uf. Stop thinking about him and choose a book." He scolded
himself.
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
Kendo went back to hitting the wooden dummy with his sword. "And
he's gonna choose a book to read, and that book is gonna have every
page covered in sticky-notes."
I hate this. Maybe I'll go write or draw...Where are my journals
anyway? He went back to where his favorite spot was, looking
for his bag. I am going to kill him if he touched my
stuff...
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
Theo sighed. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in...then out.
Maybe I should do some breathing exercises somewhere; my mom will
kill me if I don't. At this point he was just looking for
excuses to leave the library.
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
"... Of course. He really outdid himself. Try as hard as you might,
you're not going to get me to admit it." Let me guess, they're
in the hallways too. He pushed open the library doors, looking
down at the floor. Is this some sort of illusion spell?
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
Lumina walked along in the hallways, trying to ignore the stares
coming her way. Her appearance alone was enough to make people stop
and her reputation just made it worse. Someone even asked for her
autograph! It was like this at every school she went to, and she
was so sick and tired of it! Sure, attention was great, but this
was too much. Of course, she was pretty used to it by now, but it
still annoyed her every time she felt someone’s gaze on her.
Luminia walked into the library. As much as she hated all the
attention coming from her flawless grades, she valued study and
knowledge an incredible lot. The library was always a perfect place
to study. She walked around a bookshelf and almost stepped on a
book on the floor. “Huh… Who would have left this here?” The book
didn’t look like it belonged, this was the fantasy section and the
book was on potions. Disliking untidiness, Luminia picked up the
book and…
*POOF* "Huh- Awhhhh I was enjoying being a book- I mean
uhhhh-" She said, while mapping out a path to run. In her
anxiousness, she transformed into so many things it was like that
bookshelf was covered in orange sparkles. But n one could see, of
course, because not many visit the fantasy isle.
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Nessy was in class taking notes. She though about becoming the best
mage in the world. She took notes about everything she could think
of on how to be the greatest mage. She was only 17 but she could
learn one day.
`° Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's
soul remains unawakened. °`
Luminia drops the book/girl/bird/hairbrush/cat and leaps back with
a hiss. “Who are you and what are you doing here!?” She asks, heart
thumping from the sudden shock. So much for a quiet afternoon of
study…