Role play - Chapter 8 - Heores New & Old
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((Okay Hello new people and welcome once again to the SOD RP (role play) Thread, if you have role played before I appologise but I must explain it for those who don't. Basically a role play is when the participants each in turn write a short (or long) paragraph, involving their character and what goes off around them, so far the RP has been through War's, Kidnappings and other happenings that has molded our characters into what they are now, Also very little in the RP is planned if you wish to push the story forwards it is uo to the players to create the senarios.))
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Elder entered the great hall. With all the noise from the new arrivals he could hardly hear himself think. He paused and took a deep breath, taking in his surroundings. He had been waiting for this day for a good couple of months. Elder cast his mind back to when he first arrived,
It was a cool morning, the sun peeking over the horizon as if it didn't dare rise fully. Elder walking down the narrow path towards this "school of dragons" he'd heard so much about. He wasn't going there to make friends, frankly he could do without all the people that would be there, he's done fine by himself so far, What he DID need was answers.
Elder looked over the book given to him. "The school of dragons-A brief history" he chuckled to himself "Brief? This things gotta be at least a few hundred pages" He put away the book, he didn't have time to read it right now. He took another deep breath and prepared for his time at the school of dragons.
Inna kept her mouth shut and listened to Gobber. And it was rare when she actually payed atention to something that anyone had to say.
Next to her, a mint green Deadly Nadder didn't bother to behave well and roared her hissed like sound. Suprised faces looked back and then continued on they're talks or any other... err things they had to do.
"Shut up! Can't you see I am busy?" Inna hissed.
Allyssa sat at a table by herself, reading the book and rubbing her left shoulder. She knew what had happened, because she had been a part of it. The gash on her shoulder had healed, but left a faint scar running diagonal from up to down. Today, she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt so no one noticed.
Allyssa glanced down to her left. Tempest was snoozing peacefully on the floor.
Elder took a seat at a nearby, empty table. Almost as soon as he sat down Lif and Bani flew into the hall in a blur of black and green and perched on his shoulders. "Hey guys" Elder said scratching Lif on the chin, drawing a dissappromving hiss from Bani "Hey now, don't be getting jealous" Elder laughed and proceeded to scratch Bani's chin.
Suddenly the dragons both stopped and stared at the ceiling. Once Elder npticed this he too stared at the ceiling. He thought he could make out a figure, clad in black, almost like a shadow, sitting in the rafters. "HEY YOU...." Elder yelled at the figure.
Rosethorn didn't seem to listen to what Inna has to say and kept hissing so loud, that "annoying" wouldn't be enough. Inna looked at Rosethorn like she had stolen her sandwich.
"You won't keep your jaws shut? Will you?" She asked knowing the answer herself. Rosethorn shaked her head in a "no" manner and kept roaring.
I'll just pretend I don't know her... Inna thought. She saw a girl reading a book quietly (Allyssa). Knowing her target she ran to meet her hoping that Rosethorn won't even notice.
"Hey you! Yeah, the one that is burried in the book." She said and hoped that the girl had heard her.
Somewhat taken aback by the strangers dead-pan, one word answer (although to be honest, considering the look of the figure, he shouldn't have been) Elder paused for a moment before replying. "Aren't you gonna join the festivities? You ARE a student here, right?" Elder waited for a response, he wondered whether he should get involved. The stranger clearly wanted to be alone.
"You don't know who i am do you?" The question struck Elder as odd. "No...should i?" Elder replied. Elder ran a hand through his hair, racking his brain, trying to think of anything he may have heard on his travels about this strange guy stood before him but nothing came to mind. "Well that can be changed" He offered his hand to the stranger with a smile "I'm Elder, and you are?"
((This post can be mostly disregarded, since it's just a lead-in for later. I'm waiting for Josh before I put Briarwolf anywhere, for various reasons))
While students at the School of Dragons normally got their dragons from the Hatchery, there were still plenty of wild dragons laying eggs in other locations. True, most migrated to the same island to lay their eggs, but not all could do that. For the black and silver Monstrous Nightmare, the island nor the school were an option. Her body was too weak, and time was short...
She had retreated to a high mountain peak, closer to humans than she would like, but high above. Higher even than the falcons that nested on the cliffs and mountainsides. There was a hollow here, not enough to be called a cave but enough to protect from the weather that could turn foul at any moment. Surely no human would ever come up here...
Carefully, but as quickly as she was able, the ailing dragon piled up some stones into a torus. She used what little fire she had left to heat the stones, providing a warm bed...for her child. She knew...she could feel the single egg, all that she had been able to make. Her last child... It would come soon, ready to enter the world. She only hoped she could make it until then...
Off in the distance, there were signs of a storm brewing, heading for her final nest...
((So..yeah. I hope this is okay, Rock... Basically, this is Stormfalcon's mother, and it will end up that Briarwolf climbs the mountain for some reason or another and finds the dragon and the egg. She gets stranded by the storm, the mother dies, and the egg hatches. And...boom, Briarwolf has a dragon. XD I'm a strange, depressing person, I know.))
Allyssa closed her book and looked up. "Hm?"
She spotted the rest of the students circled around two figures. "What's going on?"
(( I don't think you care or you would have changed it by now and I don't really have any right to be butting into your rp when I know I'm never going to join but just to let you know your title says heores instead of heroes. sorry again))
((We could use some new people. Everyone is welcome, and you shouldn't feel that way))
((but maybe that's because I'm usually forced to do it because of school. I'll consider your offer.))
With the re-opening of the School of Dragons, boats came docking by the dozens, each one bringing students that streamed into the front courtyard to be greeted by the Headmaster. Each student had in their a book entitled "The School of Dragons - A Brief History", reprinted to include the recent incidents involving a certain group of young Vikings in an unfortunate caper of events.
Aylen smiled faintly to herself. The book had been her work (part of it), having long been appointed as one of Berk's Archivist. She'd kept her own copy of the records in her personal archive at home; it came in handy after all.
"Hey, Southy," she greeted a blue-green Nadder as it landed next to her from its perch on the Hall's roof. "I'd thought you go for a flight session with Park or the others."
The Nadder gave her an incredulous look, more because he was questioning his Rider's absence from the introductory gatherings in the school's Hall. Even though dragons couldn't communicate through words, a trainer can understand their dragons through their various behavioural gestures and verbalisations, especially if their bonds are strong. Aylen couldn't suppress a smile when she remembered who taught her that in class.
Receiving a nudge from the warbling reptile, she scratched him under the chin. "I wasn't really involved in those capers, boy; I only went on a search-and-rescue mission for them." She flipped her own copy of the book to a certain page, one that mentioned about sailing. "Of course, I got caught in a storm with the others.. Metal and Skips risked their lives trying to save me together with the help of those strangers."
A moment of silence passed between the two, neither knowing how to respond at the recollection of memory. Southstorm ached at the memory of losing his Rider to the storm, recalling how helpless he felt especially when his Rider had been concussed beforehand, and how he had almost turned on all the humans that tried to help him escape the storm.
"A bit of memory loss, but I'll be fine. Come on," Aylen said, closing the book, and standing up, "let's head to the classrooms. I'm supposed to teach the Archiving class."
Southstorm gurgled in a gesture of surprise, his head crest expanding and contracting constantly as he stared at the girl who was busy adjusting her hair.
"I know, right? A student teaching an entire class! I never really heard of it!" she agreed rather excitedly, before toning down. "Then again, they think me too mature to be a student now that I'm an archivist. Ah well. Come along."
((Still working on the second charrie sheet. When it's done, the character won't be coming in until Josh or Briarwolf's characters are in :) Heh.))
((Wait, what? o.O??? What in the world have you got up your sleeves, you 24-carat carrot?? And why does it invove Josh's and my charries...?))
((This would be the perfect spot for an interrobang. [/obscure typography reference] I have... absolutely no idea what's about to go down. But I already love it - my fan club needs me! XD I kid, I kid. Rest assured that I'll be joining the party the moment I get the wrap-up for Chapter 7 finished. That thing is a LOT more difficult and lengthy than I anticipated... I'm at four pages, typed, and I'll probably have written at least two more by the time all the loose ends are suitably tied up. Hoping to be up to speed in the next 24 hours or so.))
((I don't know why, but every time I read yours or Shadow's (make that everyone's) OOC replies, it makes me smile so much that I'm about to break into laughter XD
But anyway, one reason...is 'cause I need an excuse for my character to get in. I ain't gonna just launch him in like I did Aylen, so yep. Let me see what my devilish mind can think of in the meantime...))
((Oh it's a 'him' is it! I hath found a mighty Clue!
And heh, we make you laugh? I make you laugh? ^^; That's... kinda awesome. I thought I only made myself laugh.
And I can't help wanting to call you 'carrot' every time I see your username. But then I thought, hey, it's one 'r' like in 'carat,' so she's carrot and carat, a golden carrot! I have too much time on my hands.))
((Clue?! Where?! *bumps into the wall* Oh. Aha. Aha.
Oh, you've no idea how many times you've done so when it comes to Rock's and Josh's antics XP.
I'm pretty sure Skips started the 'carrot' and 'carrot girl' trend. Then the rest of you picked it up and it became my nickname on the forum and in the game itself :3. Awesome! I'm a golden carrot! My work here is done! Uh...what work.. XD When do we never have too much time on our hands when it comes to silly shenanigans :P))
Isabo had listened quietly to what Gobber had said, and carefully grabbed one of the books. She skimmed though the pages, and stopped on the page about deadly nadders, "Hmmm. Aroara, what do think?" She said, baby-talking to the dragon. Surprisingly, the dragon looked at the opened book, studying it, then looked at her, and tilted it's head. She couldn't help but pet the nadder, and give it a small fish. Aroara made a happy cooing sound, and nuzzled her hand. She remembered her family's last dragon, a nadder as well, and how it was just as curious and intuitive as Aroara. She missed Exavier, but she had Aroara now. She sighed, and gave a smile through her grief filled tears streaked down her face as her nadder nuzzled her. She looked into her dragon's eyes and saw confusion there.
She quickly retrieved herself, and put the book away in her bag, and got up making a noise to tell the nadder to get up. She headed towards the entrance, Aroara in tow, but stopped when everyone made a circle around two people. She, being the curious creature she was, decided to investigate. She saw them shake hands, and that pretty much was it. She was almost instantly bored, and didn't understand why many looked afraid...
The girl next to her closed the book and looked up.
"Hm?" Inna wanted to answer her but couldn't, since she got interrupted. "What's going on?"
And Inna used the chance to talk. "I dunno... guess we should find out..." And realised that her beloved dragon has come too.
It's a pitty I don't need you, Thorn... Inna though.
((Seriously? This was made yesterday (in my timezone) and it allready has "I-am-too-lazy-to-count" posts? Woah!))
((25 replies as of this post, 26 if someone posts something else before I finish typing this. You can just look at your track and it will tell you how many, lol. And yeah, people have been eager to get in.))
Once Metal had released his hand Elder suddenly grew aware of the crowd that had so suddenley appeared around them. Half of them looked as though they were about to beat them half to death, but why? Is it him?? Elder stopped and decided to just get out of there. "Well, i must get going" He looked at Metal "I'll see you around sometime" he said with a smile, then turned quickly and fast-walked towards the door, the pace of his walk making his dragons teeter on his shoulders. Once he got outside he found a patch of grass and decided to just lay there and relax until he was needed. As he lay there, Lif and Bani circling the sky above him, he found himself thinking about Metal, who is he? Is he famous? What's with that nickname? "The BLACK WANDERER...ooooh I'm so scared" He sat there and chuckled at his own joke.
Isabo watched everyone calm back down when one guy seemed to say goodbye and leave. Her curiousity almosts got the better of her, but she thought better of it. She patted Aroara and they headed outside. Her eyes scanned for him, and when she didn't see him, she shrugged and, got on her dragon's back. She flew, close to the ground of course, to her special spot, where she could see just about everything. When she reached it, she got off of her dragon, and sat down, taking it all in.
The chatter that reverberated rather noisily along the corridors felt foreign yet warming to Aylen, who observed the students cluster by cluster. Many were, of course, Berkians from her village, but there were also a few who came from faraway isles unheard of 'til today. Curiosity got the better of her for now.
"Hello there," she nodded to a very fair-skinned female who had her hair in a bun. "May I ask where're you from?"
The student seemed surprised by her question. "Shantou."
"It's in the Far East, as many have called it," the student continued shyly, but Aylen sensed the small bit of pride in the girl who seemed elated of someone wanting to know about her home. "Very long to travel by boat. I can't remember how long I've been on it."
Giving her thanks for the mini introduction, Aylen proceeded down the corridor, watching as students turned their heads towards her to mutter among themselves excitedly. Well, not precisely at her, but more of her flying companion. Southstorm eyeballed some of them, clearly new to receiving excited praises and compliments about himself from so many people at once. He chirped softly in Aylen's direction, seemingly asking for an explanation.
"They're here to study and raise a dragon companion of their own, and pretty excited to see such a grown Deadly Nadder for themselves. You'll get used to it, Southy," she answered, stopping to read a board right above a classroom door. "Right. The class is this one."
Allyssa made her way around the crowd, still confused on what was going on.
At peace on the grass, Elder closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
It was a few months previously, Elder had been in a nearby village, he walked into a tavern, vainly looking for the answers he had been seeking for the past few years. He walked in and realised that it wasn't the exactly a savoury place, it was teeming with the lowest scum pf human life, bandits, black-market traders and possibly even worse. He sat at am empty table and kept an ear out for information. "School out early, pipsqueak?" said a deep, gruff voice from behind him. Elder turned slowly so as not to appear frightened. "Excuse me?" He replied calmly. The gruff voice belonged to a foul-looking man, yellow teeth, straggly hair and beard, filthy clothes and a permanent grime to his skin. "I'd have thought a little kid like you would be at that cowardly school of dragons". "The what?". "DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME KID!" the foul man yelled "You shouldn't be here and you've gotta pay a price". "I don't have any money". The foul man drew his dagger with a grin "then i'll take me payment in flesh" "I dont want any trouble" Elder said, backing up a step. "Well sonny, you've got it" and with that the man launched at him, Elder sidestepped his blade and stuck his leg out causing the man to fall flat on his face. "Oh i'm sorry, did that hurt?" Elder said mockingly. The man yelled and thrust his knife again, this time Elder grabbed his arm and slammed his knee into the man's elbow, breaking the arm and releasing his grip on the dagger. The man fell to his knees as Elder picked up his dagger " P-please...don't kill me" the man pleaded. "I'll consider it." Elder replied and then slammed his boot into the man's face, knocking him unconscious. He looked around at the astonished faces aroind him "anyone else got a problem?" all the men shook their heads. "Good...now where do i find this 'school of dragons'"
Elder awoke realising he had been asleep for some time "dam, i've got to get to classes" he got halfway to the hall before he realised he didn't know which classes he was ment to attend and where they were. He started searching the place for someome who might be able tp help him.
Stormclouds loomed on the horizon, so similar to those that nearly claimed the lives of three Vikings and yet... Briarwolf watched them swirl, watched the shapes form and disperse, ever-changing. They were so incredible, so fascinating... and from her perch atop Gothi's house, she could see them so very well.
A tapping sound came from below, and the outlander turned her attention from the storm to the old Viking elder. She didn't need to decipher Gothi's strange symbols to know what the old lady wanted.
"I know, I know," she answered to the silent reprimand, "Get off your roof, go back to Berk, storm's coming. I'm going. Too bad. I was gonna to go find some more herbs to replenish both our supplies." Gothi merely shook her head and retreated back into her house, giving Briarwolf a last swish of her walking stick to tell her to 'get.' Briarwolf chuckled, a sound she rarely ever made, and slid off the roof.
I suppose they're all right, in some way, she thought to herself as she descended to the town, The weather here is a bit worse than home. Still, I grew up with clouds, and rain, and even the occasional storm. Besides, this isn't even supposed be a dangerous storm. Hipocrites.
Eventually she reached Berk and looked up to see that the clouds were even closer now. There was a lot of activity in the town, as people prepared just in case the storm worsened any. Not that it would, of course - it was as big as it was going to be - but it never hurt to be sure. Still, the number of people scurrying about set Briarwolf's nerves on edge. The wilderness seemed much more inviting, and besides, she could take care of herself. Mind made up, she set off away from the village, not caring if anyone saw her or not. With a quick, yet oddly quiet, pace, she was out amongst the trees and stones within moments.
The herbs she needed weren't found in the forest, though. They were more alpine...so be it. She liked to climb...
((Hey everyone, i was hoping someone could tell me what an average day at a school of dragons would be like, you know usual things like lessons and stuff. otherwise im probably going tp get quite stuck in terms of writing))
Isabo soon realized that she had left her only picture of her family at the table. She frantically grabbed her things and got upon Aroara's back, and told her to glide down to the Great Hall. Although the nadder knew the urgancy of this, she had other plans. Even though she flew to her destination, Aroara did a spiral while doing so. When they reached the ground, Isabo didn't have time to scold the dragon, and ran inside back to the table where she ad sat. It wasn't there! She looked around, and the realization hit her that someone could have taken her picture or discarded it. She sat down, feeling utterly defeated. She would pretty much accept the help or company of anyone right now.
While he searched the school for somebody that could help him Elder noticed a dark silver dragon spiralling towards the great hall but he also noticed the rider. "Finally, someone who can help me" elder said relieved. He ran towards the hall and entered through the doors slowly, He saw a girl, a good few years younger than him with curly brown hair, looking around the tables seemingly looking for something. He decided that he would wait a minute before he made himself known. Once the girl had stopped looking he stepped forward "Hey" he said as friendly as he could "looking for something?"
Isabo looked over ata Elder, "um, yea. I'm looking for a picture of my family..." She felt embarrassed by being so worried by a photo. She sighed and sat down at the table and motioned for him to do the same. She was silent recollecting herself, and said finally said "well I'm not going to find that picture anytime soon, and I can tell you didn't come to talk to me just to help me; so what do you want to know? Oh, and, I'm Isabo" Even with her calm, she was very nervous on the inside.
Aroara put her head on the table and watched the two Terrible Terrors. She growled softly, warning them to stay away from her trainer and herself.
((hey just let me know if I need to change anything it's been a while))
Boethiah had, in fact, went back to the school. It was hard to get readjusted, of course. But nonetheless, she tried her best. Zirth was certainly up for going back to the caldera he once called home. And inside, truthfully, so was she.
After everything that had happened, Boe was glad to be amongst other dragon trainers. While she had not encountered any of her friends as of yet, she was still glad to get to know a few students. Of course, it didn't last for long. Too much excitement for one night, she supposed. But she still remained in the hall, drinking and telling stories of the battles to newer and younger students who had asked about what it was like before. She truly didn't want to think about it, but she told the stories anyway. Zirth was napping in a corner, happy to be home.
Boe only wished that she could at least meet someone she knew again.
Allyssa gave a small shrug, then returned to her table and began reading again.
Boe continued to look around the tables, searching through the crowds and wondering who, exactly, she knew. It had been a long while since she saw any of her friends. Longer than it should had been. But that was when she did, in fact, recognize a face. One that she hadn't spoken to in a while. "Allyssa?" Boethiah called, walking over to the girl in the book.
((Poof - Magnus appears in the middle of the party! XD))
Elder gave Isabo a smile "I'm Elder" He took a minute to compose himself "and to be honest, i don't know where i'm meant to be right now , school-wise that is, so i've been wandering the place looking for hekp" Elder looked at Isabo and saw that despite the calm demeanour she was still quite distressed "Although from the looks of it, you problem is more importan, I can help uyou if you want, was that picture special?"
Isabo closed her eyes and thought for a moment, "I'm not sure that you can. I guess I'll have to go to the help building and see if someone dropped it off there. They might also help you with your problem. Even though it pretty much is go to whatever class you want. Some classes are only at certain times and are first come first serve; so you should probably check anyway. Well, it was nice meeting you, and I hope I helped, but I should be going now." She quickly gathered her things. Her dragon seemed excited to be heading out. Well, they were going to flight training...
As Isabo hurried off, Elder sat with Lif and Bani for a few minutes thinking about what kind of lessons there will be, "Ihope there's some kind of fighting class" he said excitedly "I'd enjoy that" Elder walked out the door and started looking for the help desk. "If there is a class like that i might even find my new friend 'the black wanderer'"" He laughed "He looks like he enjoys a scrap"
At the help desk Elder had been told that at this time it was either flight class, which Elder would have done had he not remembered that Lif and Bani were no bigger than average house cats, or archive class which he guessed he'd try out. So he made his way to to door and entered expecting to be greeting by an old, grizzled, worn out teacher bu instea found a slim, brown haired girl who couldn't be any older than him. Shocked by this all Elder could say was "I-I'm sorry I'm l-late" realising his slight stutter he pulled himself together and managed to say "Is this the archive class?"
'Archiving may seem to be a mundane chore to the common Viking, who much prefer bludgeoning their way to victory, slicing up things for readily no reason, or even challenging one another to see who hard the hardest head. How would such victories, discoveries and lessons reach every Viking as the centuries go by, if everyone was busy lifting hammers or swinging axes?
This is where the Recorders and Archivists step in - they take up the role that the warrior Vikings would not, recording the many important events that occur within the boundaries of their home. With the establishment of peace between humans and dragons in Berk, this duty and process of documenting the changes and happenings is especially needed, as a way of keeping Berk's history.
She stopped reading right there, rubbing her eyes with a clean hand before looking up at the blackboard once more. Only the main points had been written down - Aylen knew the students who were taking this class had yet to possess long attention spans. This was just like the first Archiving class she took a long time back, just a little after she was enrolled into the School of Dragons.
To think that she was now teaching a class of her own, when she had barely graduated from it. She trusted the Headmaster, but sometimes questioned his motives behind the decisions. Was it because she was related to a certain former student of the school, who now became a roaming member of the Berk Watch?
"Whatever it is...I hope he's right," Aylen muttered, setting down the chalk. "Now, where's everyone?"
It was still quiet, save for the excited chatter of students lining the corridors, awaiting the ring of the newly erected bell tower. Lessons began on the hour. Turning to Southstorm looking in from a window, her now free from duties for the time-being, she patted the Nadder gently on the nose, a smile forming on both their faces.
"I-I'm sorry I-I'm late.."
The voice startled Aylen, who whipped around, instinctively reaching for something at her side. Remembering that she no longer was out in the wild skies and seas, she realised that her dagger was back at home, and that the person in front of her was none other than a male teen about her age.
She blinked, coughing to regain her composure. "O-Oh, that's fine. You're not late."
"Is this the Archive class?"
"YYYYes," Aylen realised half-ashamedly that she hesitated, proably from shock and surprise. "Take a seat. We'll begin when the other students are in."
---------Meanwhile, elsewhere in the School...---------
"Hmm...That's another introductory gathering finished; they should be done, then. What do you think?"
The husky voice seemed to speak to no one, its owner perched high upon the grassy hills of the School compound, camouflaging themselves in the boughs of the trees that grew there. Strangely-coloured oculars scrutinised the myriad of students that occupied the school grounds, seemingly searching for a target.
Soft hissing filled the area of trees, raising a bit in volume before tapering off into a brief gurgle, a serpentine figure snaking up from the ground to face the owner of the voice, its yellow eyes glowing in the shade of the trees. Sunlight reflected off of the sides of its jaws in white glints.
"Do we go in and search for these...heroes? Or stay up here and just wait until a proper break time, because you're just lazy, Rem?" the second question ended with a teasing chirp, one that was accompanied by a wide smirk on the lips.
Gurgling ensued, emanating from another serpentine figure as it raised itself from its resting position, this one morphing into a strange mixture of growling and hissing, denoting a feeling of displeasure. Similar yellow eyes, slitted, locked contact with the owner of the voice, accompanied by the multiple white glints off of the front of its jaws.
Huffing, the human sat up. "By Odin's word, a little tease hurts too much for you? Fine, then; let's just head to Berk. I realise someone's missing."
The loud gongs of the nearby belfry had begun to resonate, signalling the start of classes; it meant the start of something else. The serpentine figures watched as the human hopped onto the ground, gesturing with a single flick of the hand; hissing softly, almost mischievously, the serpentine figures moved in unison, their heads side-by-side, trailing back their slender necks to a single body that united the two.
Chuckling to himself, the human sat astride the dragon, before tapping them on the necks lightly, commanding a take-off.
((Edited because I just saw Jaliday's second post. You posted it just as I posted mine! XD))
Elder's face turned bright red as he looked around to see an empty classroom "oh...ermmm...sorry I-I thought you'd...started" He bowed his head ashamedley and took a seat. Uhh, I'm such an idiot Elder thought. As he waited for the other students to pour in he found himself constantly glancing at his unexpected teacher, at this moment Lif and Bani looked at him knowingly "Hey I know what you're thinking and no...well...she's ok I guess" Elder smirked. "Maybe archive class won't be that bad"