<div class="floatright">(http://data3.whicdn.com/images/35065896/large.jpg)</div><strong>Character: </strong>Myrr Cloudstrider<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Hall<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ms. Hannah<br/><hr/>Myrr looked around, and what he saw shocked him. He looked down, and saw the food in a new light. It wasn't terrible, and he understood its purpose now... but this was not<em>right</em>. It wasn't evil, per se, but it was as far from the right thing as you could get. These things should be natural, not forced, and part of him felt disgusted by what was going on. They had tried to drug him too, to become an animal like everyone else. He could see writhing bodies, soft flesh exposed, and places that would never be exposed in polite society. It excited part of him, but a far larger part remembered that he was an agent of Good. He was a Paladin, a shining example to all of how to act morally, and what "right" and "wrong" meant. He felt sickened at this small act of deception from the school authorities, but quickly schooled his face, and pretended that there was nothing wrong with practiced ease. "I'll do with you as I please," he said to Quinn with a ferocious grin on his face, and with a single motion he hoisted her onto one shoulder without any apparent effort, and began moving to the end of the hall with her in tow. He stopped only to fill up a plate with more meat before carrying her with disregard for the moving bodies throughout the hall.<br/><br/>He took her away from that place and towards his own dormitories. It would be wrong for him to take advantage of her in this way, drugged as she was. It wouldn't be<em>right</em>. Still, the way she was now, she was going to fuck someone one way or another, and at the very least he could make sure it was someone he had some sort of familiarity with. He enjoyed her warmth along his neck and shoulder, her movements as he carried her with ease like a sack of grain, and very much wanted to rip her clothes off there and enjoy her willing body on the bare stone surface. But the clarion call of the trumpet in his mind, reminding him that he was a champion of Good, stopped him from carrying through with it. Sure, he might be a dick sometimes, but he wasn't an asshole, and taking advantage of someone when you not only knew of their condition, but also were under no influence yourself, was probably one of the more asshole-ish things one could do.<br/><br/>Finally reaching the dorm, he threw Quinn onto the bed--not the one containing his backpack and other things, no, but onto Biff's bed. He set the plate with food down on their shared table, and wrote a quick note for Biff on his return; "Got you a little something," before putting it next to the food in a conspicuous place. He then returned to Quinn. "Hey there, darling," he whispered in her ear. Her scent filled his head, and again the urge came, to disregard his training and purpose, and simply have his way with her there. He could feel her shiver as his breath softly brushed her neck, her willing body ready to coil and twist beneath his hard one. But no. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. "I'm going to step out for a bit, but just wait for a bit, and my I or my friend will be with you," he smiled softly, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and swept out the room like a breeze to leave her waiting for Biff.<br/><br/>His emotions were in turmoil as he left the dormitory. How<em>could</em>they? How<em>dare</em>they drug all these people en masse as though they were nothing but breeding stock? These things would have come naturally, by themselves--there was no need to force people into this. People would naturally pair off--that's what people did. But it was wrong to turn them into animals in heat. Anger warred with confusion at the insidious acts of the benevolent-appearing benefactors, and he wondered what else they had in store for him and the rest of the students. He needed to get it out of his system though, needed to release this stress as his anger continued to rise, and he moved towards the training grounds.<br/><br/>He saw another student there, a kitsune, and probably the one Draxus mentioned before. Well, she was already counted for, and he didn't find her nearly as attractive as most of the other students, especially the sorceresses who had such magnetic appearances. He had guessed that Quinn had been a sorceress, with the charming way she talked, though it might be his imagination. Still, it didn't matter now. There was a time to bed girls, and a time to fight, and he had come here for the latter. He listened to Ms. Hannah's explanation, and smiled when she finished speaking. "Elementals, huh? Those sound interesting. But is there any prize if we beat the manticore?" he grins, slapping his chest and causing the bow on his back and greatsword at his side to rattle in unison. "Because that's what I'll be fighting," he laughs, ready to take on the challenge.<br/><br/>"How long do we have to cast spells on ourselves before the fight begins?" is his only question should she ask if he has any. He had already cloaked himself in armor beaten and shaped out of pure force, but there were another spell or two that he wanted to apply before facing the beast.