Murazar Dauthi
Sociology
Self Defense 103-104
The Shadow of Death
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Post by Murazar Dauthi on Jun 24, 2010 21:43:45 GMT -4
He growled to himself as he walked into the locker room and upon finding his locker proceeded to undress and dump his clothes into it except for his plain black colored boxers. He grimaced as a few of the other guys dressing out in track suits or swim suits of different variations did a double take when they saw his immensely scarred chest and back.
He looked as if he should have already have died and been stuffed into the morgue. He kept a rigid frown on his face as he headed to the spa after locking the locker. Heading out the doorway he glanced just once at the map on the wall before navigating around to the spa. It had a sauna on one end another door for scheduled massages which you had to apply for, and a third room which was a japanese water spa.
He decided to op for the regular spa and walked in the room, he shut the door behind him. It looked like one of those older spas with wood mainly being what the room was made of. He sat down on a bench after wrapping the towel around his waist tightly. He made sure it wouldn't come off unless it eventually slipped because of sweat, or someone took it off.
He sat down hunched over smiling just for a moment because the room was currently empty. He knew eventually that would change, but hey why couldn't he enjoy the steaming hot peace for the moment. He was already sweating, it made the scars no less visible nor did it make them any more visible as if that was necessary.
He leaned his head and shoulders back to look up while closing his eyes. He breathed in deeply and let it out as a sigh, then he let his head and shouldes down. He silently watched the center of the room. A small wheel was in the center to add more water to the hot stones that were creating steam. He guessed every so often, probably about a hour or so to add more steam. He decided to turn the wheel and check.
After doing so he walked back to his seat, and sitting down stretched his arms a bit before getting more comfortable, he tried his best to ignore the memories of the scars he had. He kept a blank, but peaceful look on his face.
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Felix Sbarge
Fashion
Grade 11
While there is excitement in breaking down doors, one must be prepared to do so.
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Post by Felix Sbarge on Jun 25, 2010 0:14:08 GMT -4
 
The seventeen year old fashion major stuffed his clothes in a locker, taking careful time to lock it, as his watch and guitar picks sat in his pockets at the mercy of the dark cell. He felt no pity for them, knowing that was the best way to ensure they would be there to be removed. He picked up a towel from a bin, slung it over his left shoulder, humming to himself. More distraction. He considered how awkward it would be to step into a spa that was occupied, what he would do, acting like he was cool with the slung towel and humming like a dork. So he figured he do the only thing he could; close the door and walk away, unless there were open spaces. He didn't mind sharing. He could relax in the presence of other perfectly. Hopeful the company wouldn't be talkative.
Thankfully, the first door was the last he had to open. A lone figure seemed to take up half of the room, his blank face and strong features unresponsive to normal emotion. Which sort of creeped Felix out. But that was truly the oddest thing. Even after the first glance when he noted the heavy scarring across the guy's chest and could only assume the same of his back. Many others would have been astonished by these markings. But Felix had a collection of his own. He was no loner amazed at the violence, but curious about the story.
Realizing he was still standing in the doorway with a towel, he quickly looped the fabric about his waist and sat down on the other side of the room. He was made conscious of his own scars at that point, the claw marks heavy up and down his left side, visible above and somewhat below the towel. Of the claws marks on his right breast and shoulder blade.
Of the teeth marks and somewhat warped flesh of his left shoulder, the fangs of a wild animal obvious and crisscrossed with one more length of claws. But there was nothing pleasing in how he had achieved such distinction, and likely the other man, definitely a teacher, found the same to be true. So Felix kept his mouth shut, simply nodding to the man.
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Post by Prentice 'Ren' Urban on Jun 25, 2010 22:02:15 GMT -4
 x  PRENTICE 'REN' URBAN
THE WORLD BEFORE ME
FRACTURES IN s i l e n c e.[/font] The particular locker he had chosen to stick what little he actually had on his person in seemed to be determined to thwart him. So he merely moved over one locker this one opening with out a problem now. Casting a some what curious glance at the mechanism of the locker with in that glance it appeared that the door had been jammed shut. With a roll of his eyes he pulled out his wallet and other things that he had collected with in his pockets, which included a switchblade of sorts, several pencils, a ring on a chain, a couple different sets of keys, and oddly enough a pair of sissors. With a sigh he poked at a hole in his t-shirt half wondering how he'd managed to rip this one with out actually meaning to. But he pulled it over his head regardless of the disrepair it might have been in making a mental note to go and buy some new casual clothing. He dealt with the rest of his clothing quickly, taking the time to fold them before actually sticking it in to the locker, then took the time to peal the few pieces of gauze he still had over some of the deeper cuts he had made. Out of the gashes he had made on his arm only one point still remained scabbed over. From the gash he had previously made across his stomach it is healed like the cuts on his right arm they already seemed to be fading away. One good thing about it was the fact that he seemed to heal at a decent rate so he could get away with ducking in to the spa before he took that knife of his and put it in to some brat's skull. With that thought in mind he slammed the door of the locker closed. He wrapped the towel around securly around his hips and absently chewed on one of his lip peiricings. Already lost with in the workings of his own mind by the time he actually reached the sauna. Opening the door though gave him a moment to raise an eyebrow though. Both of the people in the room were heavily scarred, although one was a good deal younger, which oddly enough put him as the least marked up person in the room. With only two glaringly obvious scars being on his left shin and the one that sliced through the meat of his hand and down the wrist. Prentice smiled though, a blank empty smile that was bright but lacked any true feeling behind it, as he made his way in to the room and sat down. He did nothing really to greet the other two though just smiled and retreated back in to the depths of his own mind.[/size] |
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Post by Felicity Tennessen on Jun 28, 2010 0:34:28 GMT -4
It would almost be a lie if Felicity Tennessen said that she worked at Heaven's Spa. She was more of a frequent visitor and possible intern with the amount of private sessions that she sat in on. Not that the customers knew. She waited until they were properly face down on the table and then slipped in to watch for a little while, her celery-green eyes following the pale hands on the customer's back. She had a preference for learning how to massage men, but she didn't mind women either. You never know when you might need it. Because of her impromptu "internship", she had a locker with her name on it with the other employees' lockers. These special lockers were placed in an area so as to be able to see most, if not all, of the sauna rooms. Her eyes slipped around the corner leading to the Dragonfly room, where three different men had went inside. All three were badly scarred, probably warranting the need for a day at the spa. Some of the scars she saw were deep and revolting, making her pulse race. She cupped her hands in front of her legs, still watching as the door closed behind a particularly sculpted man, seeing his scars were a bit more fresh hand shallow although they were layered on deeper, longer lasting ones.
She took a deep breath as she saw the last one enter and she turned to her locker, sliding it open. She looked down at her phone and wallet, pushing them further back into the locker. The employee lockers were bigger than the standard ones, primarily because the employees had to stay all day and have materials to last them the whole day. Felicity couldn't think of a better way to relax after a long day of learning at her fake job. It was still kind of early on a Saturday and she has been hoping to relax before work at Erosion later. She lifted a hand up, pushing her thick blond hair back from her eyes, her plump lips puckering slightly as she glossed them over with strawberry-flavored chapstick. She rubbed her lips together, looking in the miniature mirror she had stuck inside her locker and checked herself out. Her makeup was minimal, not a lot applied, and her lips looks satisfactorily approachable. She wriggled her white skirt off her thick waist, pushing it into her locker followed by the strapless lavender top. Her bra and panties were pushed in as well, on a whim. She closed the locker, locking it behind her as she felt up to make sure her fake pearl studs were fastened in her ears.
She tousled her hair while adrenaline pumped through her and she tip-toed through the lockers that were assigned to other rooms. She only passed one or two people who stared after her appealing and naked body. She stopped by the lockers, making sure only three were occupied and that no more had come over while she was walking over or not looking. She stopped at the door, adjusting herself as she planned out how she was going to go through with this. She put her hand on the handle, already feeling the delight of heat coming from the room. She pulled the door in a burst of steam and gave a loud sigh of joy. When she remembered why she was there, she stepped in. Letting the door close behind her, she could almost taste the three bodies, her mouth slipping open accidentally. Ahhhh, she needed to calm down. "Hello," She said calmly, stepping to the left to regard the first of the men. He was the oldest of the three, the first to go in and the one with the deepest scars. He seemed like the kind of man who would knock her out if she even thought about asking him where he got the scars from. She stepped in front of him, blocking the steam. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Felicity and you boys have just won a free massage." She said, turning to look out at the other two men. Her smile was small and secretive and her arms were relaxed at her sides, feeling no discomfort for exposing her nude body to these extremely attractive men. She turned and leaned against the wooden wall, her eyes drifting to the other older man. Her smile widened a bit. "Would you like it later or would you prefer if I began immediately?" She asked curiously, her eyes tracing over the chest of the youngest, who was probably closest to her. He looked like he was still in high school, but the age you were supposed to be. She put her hands on her slick waist, the sweat curling down and slipping down her chest and body intimately, hugging every curve while she waited for an answer.
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Murazar Dauthi
Sociology
Self Defense 103-104
The Shadow of Death
Posts: 90
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Post by Murazar Dauthi on Jun 29, 2010 0:13:32 GMT -4
Murazar watched the other two men enter, one was another professor. One known for being as icy as murazar was, if not better. At least he wouldn't talk to people much, murazar manipulated them if he felt like it. Not that he thought it was a bad thing, was it? He made sure it was a glance and didn't bother making it lasting to make either uncomfortable. He noticed the younger guy was probably high school, he smelt like shifter academy definitely. Somehow his nose was working at least enough to tell shifters from nons, well partially. It was always hard with him, but the sweat slicking off made it really easy to determine it. He noticed all of them were scarred, but he was of course the worst of them. He was surprised that the other professors' scars were more than just a handful. Most looked self inflicted, which didn't really bother murazar. He blinked once as a beautiful naked young lady, or rather girl considering her telling them her name and saying that they all won a free massage. What was he a idiot? It was probably some kind of scam or something, either that or to get mugged for the combination and locker number. He'd gone through half a dozen of those things during his life, after the first two he did the other four just to beat people down and take their money. He replied with a raised eyebrow, he made sure his piercing stare was directed at her eyes. He completely ignored her body, his tone was calm, icy, and uncaring. " No thank you, I personally don't like being massaged. Maybe one of the others won't mind." He looked over at the other professor. He spoke more casually towards him and friendlier, his whole demeanor seemed to change except the calm in his voice. " Urban, I think the young lady here needs you to teach her literacy. How about you take her out back?" He was only halfway joking, although the obvious slight against the girl was obvious. She had walked in completely naked thinking she'd get whatever she wanted out of them. Obviously at least him if not all three thought otherwise of her and weren't allowing that. He winked at the younger kid discreetly from the girl and the other professor. Despite him going from ice to lukewarm nice, his facial expressions never changed. He didn't even smile to the other professor. |
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Felix Sbarge
Fashion
Grade 11
While there is excitement in breaking down doors, one must be prepared to do so.
Posts: 94
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Post by Felix Sbarge on Jun 29, 2010 22:22:26 GMT -4
A second teacher whom he didn't know walked in. Just as silent as the rest of them. Felix wondered if every teacher stayed here all summer. But nothing to talk about cam e up. So he sat quietly, enjoying the silence, and trying to think of what they're shifts might be.
He felt immediately uncomfortable when the naked girl walked in. True she was beautiful, luscious, even, but many naked women were. And despite all that, she was definitely older. And definitely interested in him the least. Her gaze stated her intentions obviously, the two teachers the prime subjects. Or victims. Felix couldn't keep himself from staring however, but he was good enough to get over his shock sooner rather than later, simple content now to take every curve and sweat bead in. Nothing else interested him really.
And that surprised him. He still considered females an open subject. Perhaps it had been the sudden appearance. Perhaps he was growing to like them too little and needed encouragement. But he'd prefer someone younger. And while forward was welcome, prior knowledge was necessary.
The back-rub announcement threw him for a loop. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? The first teacher, obviously ex-military type, wasn't interested in the girl, her flirting, or he baggage. He didn't like to turn people away, but he would feel very uneasy knowing she was giving her last choice a back-rub first. So he answered a little hesitantly, Irish accent wavering. "I can wait in line..." He wasn't certain if he meant that applied directly or indirectly to the situation. Felix glanced at the other teacher, grateful for the military guy's encouraging wink, but uncertain hope the last man would respond. |
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Post by Prentice 'Ren' Urban on Jun 30, 2010 15:09:16 GMT -4
PRENTICE 'REN' URBAN
THE WORLD BEFORE ME
FRACTURES IN
S I L E N C E To say he was slow in reacting to a new person coming in to the room would be an understatement. She was midway through her second sentence before he even lifted his head to look at her. And while his eyes did flick over her body he was still very much detatched from the world at a large. His only reaction to her forward behavior was his pierced eye brow raising, and of course his internal amusement at the situation, although that in it's self didn't show on his face. Ren seemed to almost be looking through the teen or at the very least he was looking in her direction while not really looking at her exactly. But then again he had never exactly been a warm person and a good deal of his dealings with people came from them being around his body while his mind was decidedly elsewhere.
Prentice moved only slightly when Murazar spoke directly to him, that small movement ment that he was actually listening, his eyes still on Felicity. At the other teachers words his lips quirked in to a smile but totally devoid of any feelings. He actually looked over when Felix spoke though, looking at the younger man not like he was attempting to see through him, just a blank some what curious as the short words left the boys lips. It was quite obvious that the young man was unsettled it was in the way that the Minx talked and uncomfortable with the situation. While Ren noticed that he had never been the reasuring type of person, some how he doubted he could manage it with out falling flat somewhere, usually when he tried he just made the situation worse. Finally it seemed that it was his turn to talk since the other two had talked and for some reason things had been left to him.
"I came to relax, actually, not have my muscles pounded in to submission." He spoke with obvious detatchment from the situation as if he was just moments away from detatching entirely. But he knew himself well enough to know that he would never relax at the touch of another person unless it caused pain. Ren blinked after a moment of long silence realizing that he had somewhat ignored the words of the other teacher, who's name was currently escaping him, but then it seemed like he was hard pressed to come up with an intelligent answer to that. "If teaching the English Language was my particular brand. Perhaps..."
He trailed off, not distracted, but rather because what he had been about to say might have led to violence on someone's part. "Perhaps a towel is in order and a point in the correct direction." [/size][/blockquote] ---------- Tagged: Felicity, Felix, and Murazar.
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Post by Felicity Tennessen on Jul 1, 2010 13:05:26 GMT -4
She wanted to sit back and admire each and every one of the men in detail, to try to make her assessments before they even decided to speak. She had very little time to work, seeing as she had already expressed her desire for each of them and now she had to make her decisions based on what they did and didn't say. The first to reply was the oldest, making the least amount of attachment as possible, although the third one gave him a run for his money. Felicity pursed her lips as she let the silence fall between the four of them. She lifted a hand up as she replayed the man's words in her mind. She shifted to her other foot, the sweat not seeming to bother her as she crossed her arms beneath her chest and touched her face. If she were interested in giving out her thought process, she would think out loud. But she was perfectly content to thinking quietly before she spoke so that, when she did decide to let them know what she thought, there weren't any pauses in her speech and she sounded like an overly coherent human being. So she stood in the silence, turning her eyes back to the oldest man and putting the edge of her finger in her mouth. Thank goodness she didn't have a temper."You know, I'm not so sure that literacy has anything to do with this particular situation." She said, slowly and carefully as she turned to look him in the eye, unafraid. "Although the toneless way you presented your tactful if unnecessary insult did indicate that you show no hope or desire to get involved with anything involving me, you also neglect the fact that I've hardly said thirty words to you. Making a pass at my intelligence level gives a clear indication that you have no real reason to pass judgment on others and that you project an image of distaste and disdain for everything around you because of your..." She paused, giving him a long and slow look up and down. "Physical dominance."
She turned to the side airly, not dismissing him but also not including him in her next assessment. She smiled at the youngest man, picking up a sweaty knee and putting it on the wooden bench next to his leg, slowly lowering herself down until she was almost touching and almost on top of him. When she was close enough to move her lips and breath against his mouth, she began to speak. "And you've been thoroughly deprived of the joys of the female body, thereby making you stare extensively while Mr. Tall Dark and Broody over there," She indicated a nod to her previous conversation partner. "Has seen it all and has absolutely zero interest in a naked woman's body, no matter how interesting or new it is. Because of your seemingly awkward disposition and the way that you easily decline my invitation gives me reason to believe that you might not just be interested in the female body? Because, if you were interested enough, and if I gave you an interesting faucet for you to get to know me, by ways of a massage, and you turn it down, it helps me to believe that you might not just, in fact, be attracted to men more as opposed to wanting to get to know me. She was on a roll and she was loving every minute of it. "Forgive me if I sounded a slight pretentious in that matter, but it does seem like the most reasonable outcome, no?" She added the rhetorical question to the end as she kept her lips close to his as she was talking quickly. After she'd finished, she pulled back just as abruptly as she had swung forward and stepped over the final man, the last to enter, and the most mysterious of them all.
"You're much more difficult to figure out." She began, delicately walking across the floor. She casually sat next to him, laying back on the bench and spreading her arms over her head as she stared up at the ceiling, trying to think of an accurate way to describe him. The other two were a bit easier, seeing as their body language and general speech gave them away. This one was confusing her. She allowed a bit more silence to let her think it over. She finally sat up, slow and deliberate as she stretched over her lap to touch her toes. "So, I think that, based on your reaction as well as the things you said, you're much more reserved than the other two." She said, giving a nod with her head to indicate the other two men. "Although your assessment of massaging is different. You view it as pain, which is much different from the normal conception of such a famous pastime. Or it could just be a misunderstanding. You may be thinking of a Swedish massage, which involves the pounding away of muscle tension where as I am referring to oils and smooth hands and gentle caressing of your tense aches." She shrugged her shoulders, scooting away from him a little bit. "Either way, it's meant for the relaxation of the individual. Some people prefer one way over the other. And your reference to my nudity either calls upon modesty or simple distaste for my body. Not in the way that that one might have," She gave a small nod to the second man. " But in a way that you simply don't feel like being around a woman who is devoid of clothes, whatever the reason." She shrugged her shoulders, getting off the bench to sit on the floor and look back at the men, tilting her head to the side. "You're all so unique." She said, her voice slightly awed as she looked back and forth between them.
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Murazar Dauthi
Sociology
Self Defense 103-104
The Shadow of Death
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Post by Murazar Dauthi on Jul 1, 2010 21:44:48 GMT -4
Murazar raised a eybrow before letting her finish, she had made three most probably incorrect assumptions based on little to no information. He decided at the least he'd correct some of them, without giving out much information. He remained calm and frozen before putting his arms behind his head relaxingly. He replied easily to her, " Mighty fine assumptions you have there. Sadly, there not very accurate for what seems to be a psycology major from the academy we're all from." He sniffed the scents in the air before continuing. "One your correct on saying I see a horrid world around me. It isn't because i'm physically dominant like a rapist. Its more so because i've actually been around the world. From the sophisticated parts, to the slums. The reason I act the way I do towards you is because i've been mugged twice in this method. Both times ended in a police report."He glanced over at the other professor, he jerked his head once at him indicating the next assessment. " Professor Urban probably has seen alot, but him on the other hand is less emotional. Just because your disinterested in a women who isn't very classy at appearing in a male only spa naked with a sign on the door to indicate that with no proof she's a employee makes you wonder. Then he probably trusts you as much as me."He glanced over at the kid and jerked his head indicating him the last, " Him, well simply he's embaressed. You overthought that one. I'm fairly sure he isn't homosexual no matter the implying or analogys. Although there wouldn't be anything wrong with that if he was." He held out his head to her, the other one falling to his leg to relax. He spoke slightly respectful if the same generally, " Professor Dauthi, Sociology teacher. Your good, but need more work. Plus assuming anything is the worst thing you can do. You can call me professor since to you and everyone else besides urban, it might as well be my first name. Also when a naked women walks into a mens only area completely naked asking for a massage. Usually that doesn't mean just a massage, so unless you aren't actually going to mug us. This is a poor attempt at flirting, either that or a very unclassy one." He gave a friendly smile which was buffered by the frozen and calm tone. He had information she didn't bother to get, for one he was highly trained, educated, and extremely experienced in his work. He knew what to do and when. Following that was a different story, she didn't however. |
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Felix Sbarge
Fashion
Grade 11
While there is excitement in breaking down doors, one must be prepared to do so.
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Post by Felix Sbarge on Jul 2, 2010 1:08:41 GMT -4
But way she said it was insulting. Not the way she termed his attraction to men, that was clear and without malice, there was no way a civilized man could take offense at that truth. No, it was the way she spoke of his "disinterest" as if she understood each of his single thoughts, even the ones that only the subconscious could divulge. No, it was the way she handed out these candid assumptions, all well and good, but assumptions. And, hate to bring it up, sweetheart, but you know what assuming do to "you and me"...
But what really bothered him emotionally, was how close she forced herself, and how blatant she formed her words. Oh, they were smooth, carefully chosen, but only to her, and she didn't know what any of them thought of as clear words. Even while she claimed he was homosexual, she tempted him. And that annoyed him. Every shred of thought that had considered kissing her fled, though now he was only proving her right. Yet he was too much of a coward to pick himself up and even try kissing her at this point just out of spite. Screw females...
Felix grimaced at the Professor's comment. "Yeah, embarrassed...but now that I'm over it, what do you want me to do, kiss her? Personally, she can mug my pants, if she really wants to." The words of the last phrase were broken up slightly for emphasis, the tiniest chuckle curling off his lips. He raised an eyebrow at the nude young woman, dubious that she would take the comment positively, but it was better than staying quiet. And he was curious what sort of fire he could create, if she was willing to take it. Felix just made a mental note to never analyze people. Especially teachers. Especially these teachers. At the very least, he could only hope to get on their neutral side, since neither seemed the type to pick favorites. |
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Post by Prentice 'Ren' Urban on Jul 2, 2010 17:02:46 GMT -4
PRENTICE 'REN' URBAN
THE WORLD BEFORE ME
FRACTURES IN
S I L E N C E He watched her now in a blank empty was that would probably change the moment she made a move that he didn't like there would be repercussions. In some ways he was a good deal like a wild animal the ones that would watch and only attack if a threatening move was made toward them. Mainly he kept his eyes on her because staring out in to space didn't exactly work when you had someone prancing around with in your line of sight. It was amusing to him how she suddenly changed her tune, although it seemed she was content to use her body as an object to get what she wanted, but she seemed to have a sharp mind at the very least.
Ren didn't move when she sat so close to him calmly listening to her words and assumptions then to both the other Professor and the young student talk as well. She had called his particular brand of logic to question, which was fine, but he chose to ignore that slight. "It all depends on how you look at things, girl... But all that aside there is much to be said for modesty over headstrong ill-thought out actions. The modern age has been short changing people like that for years though, so it is hardly surprising. As for my view on massages it is basically the same thing putting a specific amount of pressure on the muscles, not enough to set off the pain receptors of the body though, it in essence forcibly relaxes the body for all intents and purposes."
He stretched after that, knitting his fingers together and pushing them forward, finally seeming to be a bit more alive and paying attention to what was going on around him. Although he still remained cold, hardly surprising there, he smiled now shifting a small amount to face the people in the room rather than just close himself off.
"Professor Dauthi does have a point." Prentice tilted his head slightly as he ran a hand through his hair, the hair gel still trying valiantly to hold the new position and strangely succeeding at it, considering the fact that the man had had several good points. Such as the name 'Professor' taking over until it seemed like their actual name while the other ones seemed distant some how. "To merely walk in to a men's only sauna with no way to prove you are who you say you are is bullheaded. And more likely to set the people on edge than anything else. Such straight forward actions can be seen as an attack, almost, and brings more questions. If this was an attempt to rob us it was well and truly a failed plot. But, I doubt that was the case, no?" [/size][/blockquote] ---------- Tagged: Felicity, Felix, and Murazar.
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