<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/775121752186421279/776453145865093230/flowing_hair_kuro23.png?width=520&amp;height=571)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ceri Thayheart (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333328)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform + leather armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside room 30<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Wren, Seven + Open<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12 -<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ceri had been winding back for a second kick, mere seconds after the first almost knocked the door off, when she was suddenly and rudely shoved aside by an impatient bitch of a clock-work engine. "I had that you bitch!" Sneers Ceri, hand feeling itchy as it flexes and unflexes near the handle of her sheathed sword. "Impatient fucker," she hisses again, letting all the other rude women walk in after her. Instead, Ceri turns her attention to Morgan and Seven. "Let's go get your things, Morgan." Ceri still looked frustrated as she would join with her now-slimey old friend in going back upstairs. She knew for sure she would rather be with her friends and the other people who actually wanted to talk, rather than the rest of this gang around the Dorm Mother's door.