Draighionn Academy Library
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				Title: <strong>Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fireflights</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 01:41:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/93/15/8c/93158c70f98889a77ee2b56df1a3b018.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~Draighionn Academy~ Library</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 04:57:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7c/06/6e/7c066ee66e3059d784deded700f1ac15.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orphan<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017, 3:00PM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Back right corner of the library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sofina, Open<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Mischief<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;In the far right corner of the library, deep in the stacks, was a wall of books. The shelves were bare. Two haphazard piles of books rose in a hill, casting a shadow over the cozy corner—over a man who knelt on the floor with a piece of chalk. His arms and hands were covered in what oblivious beings would call <em>tattoos</em> but to those educated in magic, they would know them to be runes. The runes, in their Cyrillic, lines, and shapes, wrapped his fingers and arms up to his elbows where the black, rolled-up sleeves of a jacket began. Necklaces of silver with crystal shards coiled in wire hung from his neck in three laces. Beneath his jacket, was a shirtless body—more flesh, a tapestry for more magical etchings. There was a book open to his left that bright sky-blue eyes regarded beneath dark brows. The book was open to a magic circle that he was copying amidst four red burning candles.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The man was drawing as quickly and quietly as he could, glancing impishly over his left and right shoulders out of nervous habit. He couldn’t afford to be distracted. One mistake in the circle could bring about an entirely different spell, and he wouldn’t know what it would be. It was better for a magus to never finish the circle than to finish a circle he didn’t know. The page in the book read, “Imp Summoning.” An imp; a harmless demon. It had been a page that he just-so-happened to stumble across in his readings and well…why the <em>hell</em> not? It was a weak demon. He could try to summon it and send it right back where it came from—cake. Basic summoning ritual.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There was a soft rustling that caused the shoe box next to his foot to tremble. The novice sorcerer who called himself Orphan stopped his sketching to sit upright on his knees and back on his calves. He set down the piece of chalk to quickly turn to the shoe box whispering to whatever was within, <em>Sh, ssh…</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He stored the box between his legs and gently straddled it to keep the creature within as he hunched back over to resume his drawing.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdventureGuy</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 06:02:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/90/3a/2b903a17be49644af6de901a489b25b2--ginger-man-ginger-snaps.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Haust<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Entrance of the Library/Back Right Corner<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Relaxed/Amused<br><br>After getting bored watching all the weres pair off so quickly, he decided to use his sixth sense for book find the school's library...or just follow the signs. <br><br>Opening the doors wide to the library Haust breathed in the small of decaying paper and ink, ahhh this is where he belongs, all that would make this perfect would be if it was rain-oh? Haust sensed that a human was here, he opened up his senses and saw the telltale signs of one who had magical talent. Excitedly, Haust stalked the room looking for the source when he spotted the young man in the back right corner of the library, and quickly approached.<br>&nbsp;<br>As he approached he noticed that the young man was drawing a summoning circle, for an imp, if he guessed off the top of his head. Strange place to do a summoning, but if anything went wrong he could handle it, so he decided to curiously watch the event unfold leaning on a nearby bookshelf. The young man seemed to have a variety of magical tattoos along his body, Haust could appreciate the craftsmanship and dedication, they suited him well.<br><br>A small rustling sound came from a box, which drew him from his examination, "Excuse me cutie, but could I ask what is in the box?" he said as he cocked his head in curiosity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 13:53:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/uQmAXSU.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Sofina "Fi" Barrett<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Back of the library, in the stacks<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orphan, Haust<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Curious, clumsy, and totally embarrassed<br><br>After her run and a quick shower (and wondering if her new neighbor Issy was settling in okay), Fi downloaded her class list and went to the one place that was always comforting and familiar to her - no matter what faraway place she might be in - the library. Walking past the main lobby and into the stacks she let her fingertips drag along the book spines of the tall stack shelving, lingering on the bindings like some women caress the soft fabrics of the clothes that line their closets. <br><br>She mindlessly grabbed a few books from here or there, not needing to look up anything in a computer or even really look at the titles. She knew them all already. She found a semi-comfy two seater couch and looked back over her list. A few basic lit courses, beginning math, physics, and a very exciting class taught by the headmistress about enhancing powers such as her own. She also glanced at the list of course textbooks she would need. For Sofina she would naturally be able to read all these books within minutes without much effort - but she preferred to let the information linger on the page for the more interesting classes. She would follow the syllabus for the physics and the magic class. The rest, well she intended to binge on the math and lit reference texts tonight - so that she could spend her time in those classes mostly daydreaming. <br><br>Flipping through the first literary anthology when she started to hear, no feel, someone reading something <em>far</em> more interesting. Slipping off the couch and out of her flats, Fi padded barefoot down the stacks towards the back right corner of the library. There was a man, a very distinctly tattooed man, kneeling on the floor between books looking as comfortable there as she had been on the couch. He was ... mesmerizing. No, well yes, but he was also copying something from a book. Fi's mind searched out for the title and topic and her eyes went wide. <em>Magic</em>. Her senses were assaulted with thoughts, images, chants, languages that she <em>didn't understand</em>, and the vast potential of power that was hidden within a keener understanding than her own. <br><br>Suddenly, the man made something happen within a box at his feet and Fi was brought back to reality - she was staring. She took a step back around a corner-like bookshelf and her fingers instinctively started to wave and coax energy from the air. The lights around her small spot slowly dimmed, no one but those trained to see would notice the change. As soon as she thought she was safely hidden, she let her eyes linger more on this intriguing magic weaver. <br><br>Another man came up, one with tails and a crafty look to him - who seemed to be just as interested as she was. But it was the man's tattoos that her eyes kept coming back to - or were they something more? Something she could .... read? Licking her lips, Fi focused in on his right hand and traveled upward, trying to decipher the purposeful markings. <em>So very curious.</em> She felt she almost understood one swirling line but his damn jacket, it was in the way. Her eyes started to grow large and heavy, turning into dark brown pools that reflected the flickering red candle light. If only she could move the flaps of his jacket just a bit so she could see ... <br><br>Quickly realizing that she was about to try and use levitation to disrobe someone (and remembering the disaster of her last awful attempt at moving things) she shook herself out of whatever trance she was in... and fell back on her ass with a loud thump. <br><br>Her glamour faded abruptly, the lights above flooding over her embarrassment and she was left looking at the two men with bright red cheeks. <em>Way to go, dingbat.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 15:54:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.b5rFz9fQYWxVH-4nIe5HwwEsDh&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0&amp;w=228&amp;h=172)</div><strong>Name</strong> Libitina Gomez<br><strong>Time/Date</strong> October 27th<br><strong>Location</strong> Magic reference area<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Open<br><br>Libby hadn't bothered to attend the auditorium meet and greet, be surrounded by a group of jugmental people, no thank you! Instead she had decided to make use of the free time before class to do some research on what had happened the last time she raised a corpse. The library was impressive and even had a section dedicated to necromancy, the only thing was Libby couldn't reach! The brunette looked round, she couldn't see a ladder or a librarian in sight. She shrugged. Slowly she extended her arm, reaching up as far as her small frame would go. This was why Libby wore heels! Her tiny body could never reach the good stuff. Her usually oh so helpful killer heels in bright purple just weren't&nbsp; doing the job "Shit" she murmured to herself. Resigning herself to the enviable. She raised her feet from the ground, up when her feet until she stood plastered to the front of the shelving her hand scrabbling for the now unseen book.<br><br>As Libby stretched out her black tank top began to ride up bearing her olive skin and the bottom section of her back tattoo to the world.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">tattoo</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/39/3b/0f/393b0f3d58985ae9bb723c1422a7a42c--polish-tattoos-art-tattoos.jpg)</div></div> Just visible under the woman's shaggy brown hair were a pair of large headphones, they were quietly playing one of Libby's personal favourites as she attempted to retrieve the book from the shelf. She hummed along with the intro as she balanced precariously on her tip toes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 16:22:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/15/a0/1c/15a01c032a26dfede9936122d48e16f5.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong> Troy McNair<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>&nbsp; October 27th 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Levi<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Coming back to find something he left last semester, maybe finding something more.<br><br>All and all the first day back to the Academy after a summer away had been ... uneventful. Unlike last year&nbsp; - when he had been a new co-ed, he had been very much like a lost little cub - running around everywhere but not yet knowing where the hell he was going. Today he had let most of the auditorium empty, said hi to a few professors, ate a deliciously huge steak at the cafeteria, and now he headed into the library. <br><br>He looked like he could just as easily have been doing construction work in the library as being a student within it. 6' 7" of dark blue demin worn at the knees, black reinforced boots, a long-sleeve blue/grey cotton shirt that he had pushed up past his elbows, and his hair pulled back behind his head, he walked with a purpose. Troy had unofficially stowed a few personal and family ledgers in one of the more esoteric sections of the library. He spent his summer on safari, hunting down one brother or the other. Not a good environment for paper or parchment. <br><br>About to turn down the third row on the left to where his books were he stopped short at the sight of ... flowers. A petite (but inching taller by the minute) brunette was stretching for a book on the top shelf. She looked damned determined to overcome this insurmountable feat on her own - and at the moment that was fine with him as his attention was fixed on the leaves that rustled on her lower back as her muscles flexed. Troy's senses flared and for a brief moment he swore he could smell a sweet, floral perfume. And he wanted to drag the tip of his nose across each petal. <br><br>That was all he needed to set off alarm bells in his head. Troy had learned long ago that while his were-instincts were always accurate, they were also guaranteed to get him in trouble. And so he was very weary of anything he suddenly wanted... oh, so damn badly. He cleared his throat, the rumble low and resonating, not unlike a roar. Stepping up an inch or so behind the woman, Troy reached past her straining fingers to retrieve the book. He gave her a large, wide grin as he passed it to her. "Mind if I lend a hand?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 18:14:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7c/06/6e/7c066ee66e3059d784deded700f1ac15.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orphan<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017, 3:00PM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Back right corner of the library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Haust, Sofina, Open<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Mischief<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Orphan stopped drawing once more and sat upright, sitting back on his calves. He turned a blue eye over his shoulder before he rose to his feet, posting his boot on top of the shaking box. He turned to face where he had heard the voice, peering over the pile of books he had not built, but dumped around him as a barrier between him and those outside his circle. He stared at the man but was actually probing the rest of the room for magical signatures. It had mostly been him, the redhead, and someone else in the library who he couldn’t see. Orphan turned his back to the man and peered down at his circle as he wondered if he should just wash it all away and take his experiment elsewhere. No one else seemed to be snooping but Ron Weasley. That was his nickname for the punk since he didn’t want to know his real name. He was certain his nickname for him was more interesting.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was too late. The circle was about finished, and it would have been a pain in his ass to start all over. He also didn’t know if Ron was a snitch. The left corner of his lip cocked into an amused smirk as he moved his foot from the shoe box and crouched, sinking back below his book pile.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“You’ll see,” Orphan finally spoke—his voice deep and at the moment, mild in manner.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sitting lightly on the shoe box, he leaned forward to grasp the chalk piece as he finished the touches on the circle. When he was finished, he haphazardly tossed the chalk to the side and removed from his jacket pocket a small notebook with pink, blue, and yellow sticky notes poking out of it along with scraps of torn paper that had been stapled to certain pages. Opening his book, he flipped through several pages to a blank page and glanced over to the book he had been studying. Removing a pen from its binding, Orphan began redrawing the magic circle in it and then writing in the incantation inside it. Once he was finished, he slipped the pen back inside the binding and set his notebook aside. It was time for the shoe box.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching between his legs, Orphan slid the shoe box forward and began ripping the lid open to free it from the duct tape he had used to hold it down. Reaching a hand into the box, he grasped the ears of a rabbit and stood with the hare dangling and screeching in his grasp. He turned to face Ron, holding it up for him to see as his hand motioned behind his back to a knife holstered on his belt. Turning his back to Ron, Orphan flipped open the knife and without hesitation, he slashed it across the bunny’s neck. Its crimson blood tumbled like a ribbon down its white and brown body to spill over the magic circle. The creature kicked several times before its body went limp, dangling like a rag doll.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dropping the bunny carcass in the middle of the circle so it could continue to bleed onto it, Orphan reached down to pick up his notebook and with the book in his right and the knife in his left, the magus began to conjure:</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLjAwMDAwMC5UV1Z5WldVZ1ltRmhkQ0J6ZFc1di4wAAA,/gypsy-curse.regular.png)</div><br><div align="center">(http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLjAwMDAwMC5RWEJoYm1VZ1ozVnlkU0JyWldVZ1ltRmhkQ0J6ZFc1di4wAAAAAAAAAA,,/gypsy-curse.regular.png)</div><br><div align="center">(http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLjAwMDAwMC5ZbWhsYm5RZ2EyRnZJR0YxY2lCaFlXOCwuMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,,/gypsy-curse.regular.png)</div><br><div align="center">(http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLjAwMDAwMC5ZMmhvYjNSaElITmhJR0pvYjI5MElHdGxaU0IwWVhKaGFDRSwuMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA/gypsy-curse.regular.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The blood began to drain through gaps that split the floor in the shape of the magic circle. The blood drained and the hare’s body sank into the center of the circle swallowed up as though it had been floating in a pool. The bunny disappeared and rising in its place appeared a mound. The mound billowed into a bubble before it popped, revealing a horned head that slowly started to surface. The creature’s bat-like wings were embracing its body. Its arms and legs were curled against its torso. A tail that resembled that of a scorpion was curled about its ankles. The creature’s eyes glowed a sickly-yellow and stared upon the man that stood before it. Its lips rolled back revealing its jagged black teeth in a vicious frown. Orphan was grinning, amazed that the spell had actually worked. He lowered his arms once the imp had completely surfaced and stared down at the little being. It was about the height of an average-sized house cat.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Look upon me, Imp (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/forgottenrealms/images/e/e8/Imp-5e.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20161120200554). Look upon your master,” Orphan commanded.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The creature unfolded its arms and legs and stood on all fours, its scorpion tail arcing over its head in a threatening C.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“You will obey me, or I will send you back.” Shit, he was planning to send it back any way. Things were starting to get too creepy. His heart was racing. The creature so far seemed to be obeying him. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. “My servant needs a name.” He frowned in thought. “How about…Judas?”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The imp uttered what sounded like to be an angry screech that had been so shrill it had hurt the magus’s ears. The creature then leapt, its leathery wings beating wildly as it carried its bony form into the air. It swung its dangerous tail at Orphan, and the sorcerer managed to dive out of its path to the side into a pile of books as the imp flew out of the enclosure and started flying through the library.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Frowning angrily, Orphan cursed, “Shit!”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The worst part about having an escaped demon was that no one who wasn’t gifted with magic or who couldn’t see into the paranormal would be able to see it. They would have no idea what sort of creature had escaped throughout the school. As Orphan rose to his feet and started scrambling over the wall of sliding books, he thought about its tail. What sort of venom did it carry? What would happen if the creature stung someone? Staggering down the book pile, he nearly tripped once his feet landed on the wooden floor but managed to flail his arms enough to steady himself. Pointing to Ron, Orphan warned on a hushed tone, “Keep quiet about this. The circle must remain in tact. It’s the only way I can send it back!”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Orphan started after the creature quickly. He didn’t want to alert anyone that couldn’t see it that something was wrong.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 20:06:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/uQmAXSU.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Sofina "Fi" Barrett<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Back of the library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orphan, Haust, open<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Holy shit! <br><br>Her embarrassment quickly turned to disgust as she saw him drop the bloody carcass on the floor. <em>That poor rabbit.</em> She scrambled to her feet and watched in fascinated horror as he actually conjured something into being - right there in the very quiet, drab, wonderful calm that was a library. <em>Until now.</em> Fi actually hid her face behind a random book at the creepy sight of what he had called an imp but looked like a CGI monster straight out of Supernatural! Surely he would be able to handle this thing and then put it where it.. <br><br>Or not. <br><br>Sofina had another glance at one of those swirly incantations on the man's skin as he ran part her and her mind almost wanted to forget the scary, flying beast and go after him, almost. She scampered back to collect her things and head for an exit when she thought she felt the very energy of all the knowledge in the room turn hot - with danger. Sure a normal library would be able to rebuild and re-order most of it's content. But this place, a haven for the extra-ordinary and all the lore and magic that came with them, was priceless and worth protecting. She, a girl who couldn't even keep a minor light dissuasion going for more than few minutes, didn't really have much chance to stop the thing. But she had to try and keep it from damaging the books till the man who devised this ill-conceived plan could hopefully set things right. <br><br>Guess it was good that the last thing most of the Academy students were hoping to do today was check out a good book. Fi ran in the direction of the ungodly screeching and turned in time to watch the man once again try to go after it. Her eyes followed the imp's path right towards a display case of ancient Gaelic texts. Fi ran ahead and stood in front of the collection, bracing her body with her forearms crossed above her head. <br><br><em>Push, push, push. </em> She willed whatever ability she had to act appropriately for once. Maybe, just maybe she could affect the thing to stop, move away, or go back to the guy who started all this. <em>Why couldn't he have sacrificed a flying bug to summon a bunny instead?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdventureGuy</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 20:20:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/90/3a/2b903a17be49644af6de901a489b25b2--ginger-man-ginger-snaps.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Haust<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Back of the library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Amused<br><br><br>Amused at the turn of events, Haust winked at the young women as he saluted the young mage chasing after his unruly pet and took to tidying up the books in the area while calling out to the young mage, "Let me know if you need any help~" The imp didn't look like it could do too much damage but god help the imp and the mage if any of the books were damaged, still it good to have a bit of chaos to break up the monotony.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 21:13:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7c/06/6e/7c066ee66e3059d784deded700f1ac15.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orphan<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017, 3:00PM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Haust, Sofina, Open<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Mischief<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The imp spread its jaws, flashing its deadly teeth at Sofina as it snarled at her. Its claws and talons stretched out toward her, scorpion-like tail whipping forward to not only attempt to stick her with its dagger-like claws but its stinger. The demon was caught off-guard by the sudden invisible wave that struck it. The creature was repelled and sent flipping backwards through the air with a screech.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Orphan’s eyes widened as he shrugged free his jacket and whipped it around to catch the imp inside. While the creature snarled and thrashed about, the magus gathered his jacket into a bag shape and twisted it tight until the imp could hardly move. Lowering the bag and keeping a two-hand grip on it, the tattoos that had covered his arms were now revealed to be all over his body—even up to his neck. He stared at Sofina, frowning in wonder as he gazed upon her. She wasn’t a mage, but she had somehow repelled the imp with an unseen force. She not only repelled it, but she could see it. A medium?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The sorcerer glanced from her back at Ron for a moment before he decided to leave the library with his summoning. He wasn’t finished with the circle, and he wasn’t ready to return his servant yet. He still needed it. Without a word to the psychic or to anyone else, Orphan briskly took his leave. If they told on him, he didn’t care. He was certain that he would have what he needed from it before anyone else learned what had transpired.</span><br><br><div align="center">[Heading to Academy Corridors]</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 21:36:57</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.b5rFz9fQYWxVH-4nIe5HwwEsDh&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0&amp;w=228&amp;h=172)</div><strong>Name</strong> Libitina Gomez<br><strong>Time/Date</strong> October 27th<br><strong>Location</strong> Magic reference area<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Troy<br><br>Libby froze as an arm appeared over her head and a voice rumbled near her ear <strong>Mind if I lend a hand?</strong> in a flash the wicked blade strapped to her outer thigh was out and pressed up against the stranger's leg. "If you want to keep you privets intact in would back of!" She announced sharply. There wasn't much room between her and the warmth that poured from the person behind her, but she was in-between a rock and a hard place, unable to turn and see just who was helping her. Libby didn't like being cornered. ( Well in the right setting this position had some upsides) However she did like to at least see who was behind her before allowing such friendly behaviour.<br><br>She frowned as she thought she heard screeching coming from an unknown location with in the library the sound boomed out around them in the hush of library. Did someone need help? Not one to immediately offer assistance, she lowered herself back down to her feet, and began an odd little wiggle turn that inevertabaly brought her closer to her mysterious helper then she wanted to be right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 22:40:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/uQmAXSU.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Sofina "Fi" Barrett<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Somewhere in the library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orphan<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Still baffled<br><br>All she saw was claws and jaws heading her way (or what she could see out the corner of her clenched face and eyes.) And then nothing. Well, not nothing - but there wasn't any blood or pain or other physical attack on her person. Fi lowered her arms to watched with a dazed look as the mystery man deepened the intrigue (and craziness!) surrounding him by capturing the demon thingy and then ... running the opposite way with it. In the process of securing it, he had removed his jacket and she saw that it wasn't just his arms that were covered. His whole torso, maybe more, was full of... whatever he had put on himself. Her mind, surging with power at having actually stopped the thing with her will, knew there was meaning behind what he had done to his skin. Her hunger for knowledge compelled her to find out more.<br><br>And the girl in her wanted to tell him OFF! <em>What the hell was he thinking?</em> She opened her mouth to do just that as she realized he was about to exit her range of sight. Before her rational brain could object, her runner legs did their thing and she was soon hot on his heels. <br><br>"Hey, hey! What the hell were you thinking?!?"<br><div align="center">[Following Orphan to Academy Corridors]</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 22:57:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/15/a0/1c/15a01c032a26dfede9936122d48e16f5.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong> Troy McNair<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>&nbsp; October 27th 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Levi<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Foot meet mouth <br><br>"Oi! Easy with the claw there, kitten." Troy was caught off guard by the knife, only then seeing the headphones she wore and realized that he had just startled her beyond belief. He took a step back and was about to apologize when he too heard a commotion and the smell of something acrid and ... magic. He turned his much taller body away and stood with a protective stance between her and the end of the book stack. It wasn't just that he thought himself chivalrous - there was a twinge of something more. But he had given her a few more feet of space - not wanting to know what else she might be packing. His large arms went out to the side in case he needed to block anything (from in front or behind him) and he peered around the corner in the direction of the noise. <br><br>She was no longer trapped (though his cheeks pinked ever so slightly at the potentially of her thinking it was his intention) but he did look back to her for a moment. <em>Damn!</em> And she was gorgeous to boot. Just his luck that he had messed up his introduction and attempt to help so royally. About to ironically ask if she was okay, a blur of a man and then a woman ran past them towards a library exit. Troy stepped out into the aisle, waiting with a held breathe to see what else might happen. "This certainly didn't happen last year." <br><br>He then turned back towards that coveted high shelf.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 23:48:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.b5rFz9fQYWxVH-4nIe5HwwEsDh&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0&amp;w=228&amp;h=172)</div><strong>Name</strong> Libitina Gomez<br><strong>Time/Date</strong> October 27th<br><strong>Location</strong> Magic reference area<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Troy<br><br>When Libby was able to turn around she beheld a rather fine looking male, long blond hair, rather impressive looking arms and legs encased in dark blue drink making Libby want to growl in desire. She snapped her attention from eye balling the guy when he dared to stand between her and the unknown incident that seemed to be happening elsewhere in the library. As she went to take a stance beside him ready to defend herself if that's what was required. The blond went to check out the situation.<br><br>From her place in the shelves she also saw the couple fly past the end of the shelving, she grinned to herself they had properly been caught in the act. His comment made her raise her eyebrow, so he was a second year huh?, Sensing no more threat to herself she sheathed her blade, and extended her hand for the book he still held. "Thanks for the help" she grudgingly offered.&nbsp; Now he was standing a little further away Libby had the opportunity to admire the entire male stood rather sheepishly in her opinion at the end of the isle
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 03:33:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/15/a0/1c/15a01c032a26dfede9936122d48e16f5.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong> Troy McNair<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>&nbsp; October 27th 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Levi<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> <br><br>Caught off guard by how quickly she scrambled in defense and then seemed to relax again when all was clear, he gave the beautiful book-worm another warm grin as he nervously scratched at his head. "I.. I, look I'm sorry I startled ya." Somehow looking her straight in the eyes had him a little dumb-founded so he attempted to focus on the odd occurrence they had shared. "That has to be the most action the library has seen in ages. Well, on the first floor anyway." He coughed into his fist, knowing a few fellow weres who had routinely checked out study rooms up-stairs in the stacks for tutoring the student <em>body</em>. <br><br>What had come over him? He usually had a much better handle on himself. It must be that he was still a bit shaken from the noise. "Anyway. Name's Troy. Can I help you find anything else 'round here? Or about campus? I have roamed every inch of the place and it's the least I can do after I spooked ya before." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdventureGuy</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 05:34:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/90/3a/2b903a17be49644af6de901a489b25b2--ginger-man-ginger-snaps.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Haust<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> All over the Library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Relaxed/Amused<br><br>Haust was nearly done sorting the pile of books in the corner and began to put them all away, after warding the circle so that nothing could haphazardly ruin it, now he didn't need to guard the thing all day. <br>As he looked around he saw a couple new people engrossed with each other, 'Well as long as they mate somewhere else I don't mind' he muttered under his breath as he put away the books. <br>'First day in and it seemed like everyone was going to get laid already', he chuckled, 'at least it might keep things interesting...and who knows maybe even I will find someone.'<br>He shook his head no, he didn't need anyone, he had his powers over the arcane and plenty of books to keep him company. Who knows with all the breeding about to happen maybe they will let him be an apprentice teacher, he'll have to remember to ask when he met with them the requirements. He continued to ponder this as he put the books away, lost in thought
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 05:56:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.b5rFz9fQYWxVH-4nIe5HwwEsDh&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0&amp;w=228&amp;h=172)</div><strong>Name</strong> Libitina Gomez<br><strong>Time/Date</strong> October 27th<br><strong>Location</strong> Magic reference area<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Troy<br><br>Wow that smile, it sent a small thrill through Libby as the guy now known as Troy asked if she needed help, Libby was already confident that she could navigate her way around, the prison had transferred her a few days early, and while it had been a little spooky wandering the halls alone, it had also been fairly cool. There were however a few more books out of reach she was interested in. The brunette bit her lip. "I guess I could do with a hand" she said reluctantly. Sure the guy was hot, but it never did to be to eager.<br><br>Stepping away from the shelve she pointed up to some large heavy books on the top shelf "Get those for me?..........please" she was sure Troy would be able to tell that the please had been thrown out slightly ungratefully. Libby wasn't really one to Suger coat her words but Troy appeared eager to offer some help, she was sure he could help in other ways.... Her thoughts turned slightly dirty as her gaze settled on a particular part of Troy's anatomy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 11:20:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/15/a0/1c/15a01c032a26dfede9936122d48e16f5.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong> Troy McNair<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>&nbsp; October 27th 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Levi<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Yes, that was a movie quote.<br><br>"As you wish." Troy reached his large arm up and grabbed the books for her with a wink. The lass was still a bit miffed at him for invading her personal space, or perhaps she was always just a bit spikey, like those beautifully soft but wild brunette tresses of hers. The lion in him liked a challenge. And he had his fill of women who had been <em>eager</em> to kiss but not worth the chase. <br><br>Feisty, sure, but not shy in her appreciations. He watched her eyes drift south over his torso and he gave a slight roll of his hips, accenting that part of him, as he settled back down with his offerings. He stepped close (but not too close) and held out the large heavy books at the tips of his fingers like they were feathers. "There ya go kitten." There was that grin of his again. It was a genuine smile but he was able to hide a lot behind those pearly whites. Right now he was trying to figure out the gut punch that assaulted his senses each time he was close to her. Everything surged, most especially that soft, sweet smell that danced into his nostrils like some colored magic spell right out of Disney.&nbsp; <br><br>"I have some books of my own to retrieve but if you'd ever be in need of more help, I'd be happy to meet up again ... for a name." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 11:31:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">[Returning from the Academy Corridors]</div><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/uQmAXSU.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Sofina "Fi" Barrett<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017&nbsp; 3:40 pm<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heading to the back right corner of the library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> open, Haust<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> On a mission<br><br>"Where are the books?" Sofina had practically sprinted back to the library after a very bristly confrontation with the mischief maker. She really hadn't known what she expected after running after him. Maybe something like an apology, even if it had been some relief that his asshole idea hadn't gotten her killed? She stood with her hands on her hips where the magic nook had been, turning a little to gaze across the library stacks shelves. <br><br>She let her mind and her hunger for information wander across the space until she was able to settled on a few books that seemed to glow with recent use and practically shouted "solemnly swear we've been up to no good". Heading for the one that the painted man had handled the most she saw the answer to her question. The red headed man who had been equally curious - was re-shelving the books. She walked over to where he stood and pulled the very book he had just put back down from the shelf. Trying to be all cool and not the crazy frantic mess of earlier she spoke. "That was a little crazy, huh?" <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 13:59:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.b5rFz9fQYWxVH-4nIe5HwwEsDh&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0&amp;w=228&amp;h=172)</div><strong>Name</strong> Libitina Gomez<br><strong>Time/Date</strong> October 27th<br><strong>Location</strong> Magic reference area<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Troy<br><br>There was that cute cuddly nick name again. Did she look cute and cuddly. If she did she seriously needed new clothes. She snatched the offered books from Troy's grasp, of course she had failed to notice quite how thick her chosen books were. She staggered slightly under the weight, but quickly regained her composure. Never appear weak, also guard your own back. Her self made mantra went through her mind as she sent Troy a smile....the smile was slight and brief and didn't quite make her eyes.<br><br>"What's in a name? A rose by any other name smells as sweet" she quoted back to him! Two could play at that game she thought. Turning away with her load she stalked in the opposite direction, her black jeans hugging her ass, and her heeled shoes making her wiggle alluringly. She didn't look back to see if he was watching but threw a "See you around" over her shoulder before exiting the row. Heading for a nearby table she placed the books down with a solid thunk! Glancing around she noticed the pair doing something in the corner, but they appeared not to paying her any attention so she took the opportunity to quickly straighten her back out. Those books had been heavy damb it! <br><br>Libby sat down and pulled the first one towards her opening the heavy cover she scanned through the the index, searching for well she wasn't really sure but something like how to raise the dead so they don't nearly kill someone? Or Zombie raising need to know?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 22:54:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/15/a0/1c/15a01c032a26dfede9936122d48e16f5.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong> Troy McNair<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>&nbsp; October 27th 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Levi<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> <br><br>If only lions could purr. Because surely that would be what Troy was doing as he watched the still unnamed flower walk away him in those killer heels. <em>Sweet indeed.</em> Perhaps he should have called her siren instead of kitten. That would explain the mesmerizing draw he felt towards her, even as she crushed his ego, rebuked his help, and refused to answer his small question. He stood there for a second, hands hooked into the pockets of his jeans as he shook his head in a mix of awe and disbelief. <br><br>As Troy walked to the next aisle over to retrieve his family books he wondered what had come over him to be so forward, and then to be so smitten even after she made it quite clear that she thought little of him beyond to look at. Not that he wouldn't take a casual thing if she offered. But that rose certainly had thorns and he wasn't sure it would be worth the pain left behind. So why did her smell linger on his shirt though they had barely, briefly touched? Was it fate - something inside him that said she was important to his very existence and future? Or karma - wanting her to be the next catalyst to kick his ass?<br><br>He glanced through the ledgers and then headed back to his dorm to put them away in a safe place. A slip of paper fell to the floor, unseen. It was a bid slip marked with the his name, the web site of an online action house, a date, and a list of arcane text and artifacts. Some of which were sold in lots specifically from West Africa and South America. The starting bid price had been fairly staggering. The date was a week away - was he about to be rich or the proud owner of some macabre and very interesting antiques? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdventureGuy</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 00:29:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/90/3a/2b903a17be49644af6de901a489b25b2--ginger-man-ginger-snaps.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Haust<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> All over the Library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sofina, Open<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Amused<br><br>Haust was deep in thought when he noticed the book he just shelved moving, absent mindedly he went to grab the mischievous book until he heard a voice.<br>"That was a little crazy, huh?" <br>Startled Haust turned, oh it was the young psychic from before, he thought she had run off after the young mage and his imp. (Haust made a mental note to form that into a euphemism the next time he saw the mage)<br>He chuckled and began shelving books again, "Yes, he seemed quite determined, though I wish he wouldn't have done it in the library, the smell of blood will take quite a bit of time to wash out and it can be quite distracting to weres..." <br>He stopped for a moment and faced her, "So what are you up to? Last I saw you looked like you wanted to tear his tattoos off?" He grinned, "Wouldn't have been too hard for you I think."<br>He started to put books away until he looked startled and put his hand out toward her, "Oh by the way I'm Haust, wizard, scholar, and a fan of mischief."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 04:09:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CpwBnBuXEAE14bf.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orphan<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017, 4:00PM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library Back Corner<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Well that was easy.<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Orphan returned to the library, and he didn’t say a word to anyone or even look their way. He headed straight for the back to where he had left his magic circle—<em>and it had better still be there</em>. The books were mostly picked up. The nosy redhead doing his deed for the day. He should have just left everything where it was. Orphan came before his magic circle and he frowned suspiciously at the foreign magic he sensed. Someone had tampered with it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The people here were so annoying. Orphan opened his jacket and began dumping the fragments of imp onto the circle like pieces of a shattered vase. He shook his jacket until every grain of demon sprinkled off onto it. Returning the imp was easier than conjuring it, especially one that couldn’t resist. He slipped his jacket back on and held his hand over the circle.</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLjAwMDAwMC5WbUZoY0dGelpXVWguMAAA/gypsy-curse.regular.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The circle erupted in a white light and the imp and the blood were gone leaving behind the white chalk circle. Everything seemed better now that the imp was gone. It hadn’t gone as bad as he thought. Orphan had some other library books to check out. Books about potions.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 11:08:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/uQmAXSU.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Sofina "Fi" Barrett<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017&nbsp; <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> In the library stacks<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orphan, Haust<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> <br><br>"Me? It's nice to meet you Haust, I'm Sofina." She looked at the redhead who had put all the books and shook his hand. Thinking back to his question about the hot-head, she wrinkled her nose. "He was much more alluring before he was letting his pets almost kill me. His tattoos... I just want to know thy why and what behind them. Yeah?" Not knowing something always worked a tick in her a jaw and an ache in her head. "Learning is kinda my ... thing." She turned the book she had retrieved flat on her palm and set her other hand on top to demonstrate. Her eyes fluttered closed and her brows knitted together in concentration. The book shuddered in her hands as if it were reluctant to give up its secrets. Her eyes flew open, having instantly 'read' it cover to cover. <em>What was that man playing with? This stuff was <del>intoxicating</del> dangerous! </em> "I agree that he is playing with..." She was stopped short by the sound of that same mage storming back to his corner to finish what he started. She looked to Haust with a chuckle. "Grumpy, much?" <br><br>Fi put the book she held back in its' place as she watched him stalk more shelves. She wasn't done with this, not by a long shot. An idea shot in her mind and she wondered if she could do more to just books than just read them. She waved bye to Haust and started to head out - giving a potent and purposeful last stare to the man, not without her own machinations. <br><br>Too many runs today and quite a few new abilities learned, she was headed back to her room for a much needed nap. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdventureGuy</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 13:47:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/90/3a/2b903a17be49644af6de901a489b25b2--ginger-man-ginger-snaps.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Haust<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> All over the Library<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sofina, Open<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Amused<br><br>Haust was about to comment about her skill when the young man appeared back, "Oh hello, I set a ward over the cir- aaaaand hes gone." <br>He shrugged at Sofina with a smile, "He seems to be on a quests of some sort, pretty dangerous for him and those around him HAHA." <br>He waved at her as she left, she looked tired, hopefully this place won't break her.<br>He then turned his attention back to the young mage and started walking toward him, "Have you finished playing with your little imp?" he crooked his mouth in a suggestive smile, "So I'm all for whatever it is your doing, but would you mind not doing it in the library? I can assist you if you wish, I just want to keep the books safe."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 14:06:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.b5rFz9fQYWxVH-4nIe5HwwEsDh&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0&amp;w=228&amp;h=172)</div><strong>Name</strong> Libitina Gomez<br><strong>Time/Date</strong> October 27th<br><strong>Location</strong> Magic reference area- girls dorms<br><strong>Tagging</strong> open<br><br>Libby looked up from her books scowling, she threw the cover shut with disgust. There was nothing at all helpful in these and for a library it was rather noisy. Collecting her research she returned them to them shelves. They admittedly didn't go back where they should but she wasn't going to ask for help. Libbie stalked from the area, as she walked out her heel stabbed a small piece of paper. She walked through the library for a few moments before she realized something was attached to her shoe. Leaning down she plucked of the offending piece of paper of her shoe. She was about to toss it when the information upon it snagged her attention.<br><br>An online action for some very rare books that could be a great help to Libby. Her eyes scanned the scrap for more details her eyes almost buldging at the opening bid. <strong>Holy Mary! That's a lot of green!</strong> she thought, who on earth would be able to afford......well well well! Her eyes snagged the name at the top. Mr hot second year himself! Maybe next time she saw him she would have to be very very nice in order to get what she wanted. Her lips curved into a mischievous grin as she headed of to the girl dorms to collect her belongings.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Draighionn Academy Library</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>11-11-2017, 11:28:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CpwBnBuXEAE14bf.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orphan<br><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong> October 27, 2017, 4:00PM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library Back Corner<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Haust, Open<br><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong> Piss off.<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Orphan was in the alchemy section when he was found by Ron. He didn’t even look his way as he flipped through the pages of a book on potions. He ignored what the man had said up until…<strong>mind not doing it in the library?</strong> The magus clapped the book closed and turned to face the ginger. He stared him down as though he had lost his mind trying to tell him what to do.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want—where I want,” he told him. “You go keep the books safe and stay the hell out of my business.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He would have to return to the library another time when there weren’t so many vexations lurking in it. It wasn’t like any of the individuals who had actually bothered him even studied in it. It was more like they used it as a hangout and a pickup spot for friendship. To Orphan, the library was a place of isolation to get away from people like them. Unfortunately in the Draighionn Academy, it was an opposite experience. He would have to find a more solitary place to study.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The magus turned and headed for the checkout counter. He had no desire to chit-chat when there were more interesting research and experiments to be conducted.</span>
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