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Date Posted: 05/ 7/05 9:35:03pm Sat
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kyuusai
's message, "uh oh..." on 05/ 7/05 8:42:45pm Sat
She paused at the crash and shatter of plaster, chin length hair whipping her in the face as a hidden step brought her about. Everyone had frozen, staring as though a spectre had lept at each of them indivdually. She nearly smiled.
"You should clean that up before Dashell returns." Her voice broke the silence in a half whisper, not quite as loud as it should be, but through the silence it was heard quite clearly. Dashell would have never allowed it, had he been there. Misha'al, the filanon, had known that. Everyone learned their own lessons and some were in a hard way.
Eyes shifted to her. She had been here ten years and never once had the scent of dying roses faded from her form. Never once had she chosen another student to spar with or acepted such a challenge.
Kyuusai was staring, his face a mask of the emotions that passed through him. "Clean it up, Kyuusai. Jeran, make sure Misha'al is alright. Kelsi, get peices for a new wall and quickly. No, I don't care where you get them from. Saidi, clean up the dormitories. Kit, you're on lookout."
The class moved as though holes in walls were not uncommon, though looks were still passed between them at Kyuusai's actions. For that reason alone, Dashell would need to know what had happened.
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