<div class="floatleft"><acronym title="Hi! What's up?">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/vaniljanew_zpsj7gmb3mx.jpg)</acronym></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Vanilja Crepes</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12161954#msg12161954)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Rusty, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Eh?" Vanilja looked down at the shards below Rusty's shoe. Her lips momentarily pursed into a tiny frown. "Eh... " Vanilja shrugged her shoulders after the handshake. "No biggie. I only ever got calls from Dad and dustsalesmen and besides I besides I'm not sure it was properly bought anyway." Now that she looked at the guy he was being kinda gloomy. Vanilja tilted her head and put the glasses back up and reached up to pat Rusty's hair. "Cheer up." Her lips opened in a happy smile.<br/><br/>Vanilja wasn't really sure what to do here or what she had been up to before the interruption. Vanilja rubbed her forehead. "Hmmmmmnnngggg? What was I...   Ah! I need to explore the academy," she realized. Vanilja turned around to see the magnificent building rising into the heights. She began taking wandering steps towards it that soon steadied into a brisk pace. "There' supposed to be a real speedy lift and homing storage cabinet missiles. I heard they got some fancy Atlas targeting systems. You can make land right next to target to deliver arms or use them for evacuation. I really wonder why they haven't made some kinda general personal flight devices from those yet, I mean can't you just put those propulsion chambers into shoes or something? Heck, once I get my cabinet I'm gonna take it apart and..." ...and Vanilja babbled on without looking back.