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"um..........no time!!um......"looks around"ah sonofa-"sitting down in the hall way "feckin gobshite((dat irish slang its not considerds bad words sry if thay are here))i should have never let it.....oh!the lost and found"he russhers off to the lost and found

((Ok))
After seeing Enne run off Shi looked over at Ressa, he walked up to her looking like he was almost gliding on the floor, he then said too her "Umm... Miss can you by chance help me figure out what we're suppose to be doing?" Still confused by all the running around people are doing....

Cade appears in his classroom and sits down in a chair the teacher starts to explain how controlling you powers is a great asset in any part of life. Cade listens intently.

Slowly, but inadvertedly, the place was getting weird.
Baltazaar had seen many strange customs, as he was nearly 200 years old, but the absolute worst seemed to happen in that school.
"A round of psychotic people, all determined to run over each other, kill each other, or do some s**t....."
He emptied his keg, and refilled it with medical alcohol. He carefulls took a sip, and an other one, untill his depression slowly sunk into the first shades of being drunk. He just threw the bottle down a hallway, scratched his wellbuilt dwarfen backside, and farted.
The Humans were very weird, he thought, as he carefully searched for something even remotely similar to actual classes, or toilets. Then, as he found a single potted plant on the corridor, he had an idea.
Shrugging, he just relieved himself in the potted plant, while he thought about where he could hunt down some cattle or fresh brew for breakfast.
It was clear, he thought as he zipped up his amoured pants, leaving behind a little lake, that the school must have some kinds of servants. No breakfast seemed extremely unhealthy.
Slowly staggerin g down the hall, he found some kind of training-room, and a big iron dummy, who he thought could be extremely usefull for training.
He whipped out his greataxe, and while hollering utterly terrible warcrys, he smashed it in the dummy, again and again, as he needed at least some form os entertainment.
"in what kind of a F*****g S***** ***** *Ü* ********* ****** **** ** *** ***** ************ ***** school have I landed? No servants! No classes! No actual friggin teachers! No toilets for crying out loud!!!"
The dummy started to show first signs of giving in to his mythril axe, but he did not stop. He had merely started. The alcohol had just got him started, and now, he needed to feel at least some kind of burn. Morning exercise, as he had red somewhere. was allways very important for young adults.

"I do agree there but it seems to me more is going on here than we know, oh well life is full of suprises I guess. So want to go figure out what we're suppose to be doing or where we're suppose to be going" With these words he gave her a slight smile with eyes showing a little emotion now, but not much.

((Its sunday here, so I don't think there would actually be classes today, since I think we are going by the same time scale as in real life... Meh whatever...))

Ryn yawned, his wings unfurling, glancing around. From his perch, he could hear many people rushing around, and with a quick check of his internal clock, he guessed he had over slept. Getting up, and changing into a new pair, of undamaged pants, Ryn walked into the hallway, chewing on a piece of chicken. He stopped in front of the first person he saw, and said,"Hey wing elf, what is going on right now? People seem to be rushing around like mad, which makes no sense to me on a sunday.... Unless my internal clock got fouled up by whatever messed up my memory.... Then it could make sense..."

"Ryn 'as anyone ever told you t'at you make t'hem want to 'it you?" her temper flared before realizing she never introduced herself to him "'onestly I 'ave no idea t'ey are all dumb as bat s'ite in my opinion" she scoffed looking at the madness before her