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He raised his eyebrows. “Fresh... to fight?” The concept was so weird! “You shower and clean up when you’re done, not in the middle of a training session, but you do you,” he said, trying not to sound judgey. Failing.
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“Why djya need ta change?” He asked. “Any new clothes will get all sweaty and bloody soon enough.”
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"Sure," he said, sitting up. "I guess." He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, then hopped to his feet. "Well, it's time to go train a bit. My arm's patched."
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"Why do you think that I'd understand what that means?" he asked, smiling dryly to himself. "I just met you all."
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Corwin jumped from all the way across the academy. He clutched his arm, wincing. "Well," he said to Cadenza, "Something had better be attacking your friend, cuz otherwise, there's no justification for being that loud."
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She noticed. “It’s built from the earth. Pulled up by the will and mind of the headmaster. It’s... a little humbling to realize there are those who wield power so effectively.”
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She nodded. "Just as long as you and your team are sure of the risks. I'll be in charge of the journey and ships." She led him into the entrance of the hall, then towards the infirmary.
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“If you’re legally responsible, you can withdraw them from this fight,” she informed slowly. “It’s... going to be dangerous.”
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She shrugged. "Suit yourself." She led the way, shouldering the rifle. "You got a story?"
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She took his hand firmly in calloused, weathered hands. "Wren Clawthorne," she said, as though it was habitual. "The small one was injured and should be in the infirmary. I think her friend is in there with her as well." Wren couldn't have known that Janice had left the infirmary, but at least it would get him to Cadenza. "Are you looking to join the assault?"
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“Those two... an Ice girl and an explosive child? They just showed up the other day and enrolled. I can take you to them.”
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The woman sighed abruptly, then gave up any pretense of stealth. "You, who is it you're looking for?!" she called after him.
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((Well, I need to add them when I get home today!)) The woman twisted and looked at him oddly, frowning to herself. After a moment, she began following Jay. Just to be sure he didn't mean trouble.
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((Did a quick sketch of Corwin))
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The woman shouldered her rifle and raised her eyebrows at him. She had hooded, brooding eyes that seemed to stare through him, as if he was made of glass. "Are you alright, sir?" she asked. "It's just up the street a few blocks. Most of the students are helping clean up from the attack right now."
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There were passerbys, of course. In the distance, he could see rough pavement, where the surface had been damaged.
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Jay saw the local news projected on overhead monitors. The attack of the academy, the Yevon, and the defenders. If he was astute, he might have recognized several of the fighters as his friends. An elegant middle-aged newscaster gave commentary on the drone footage. "Despite the initial assault on Vespyr's academy, the attack was rebuffed with only mild injuries and zero fatalities in a matter of minutes. Several wonder how effective this assault on this mysterious "Queen of Monsters" is going to be, while others are lauding the victory as a sign of the future outcome. In light of the attack, we are facing a wave of civilians exiting the city to stay with relatives or relocate completely. The majority, though, seem content to remain, in spite of whatever danger awaits."
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Vespyr raised the skin where his eyebrows had once been. "You are eager to learn, after such an attack?" He quickly regained his still features. "Very well." He went to a shelf and drew a book at random. "Take this to one of the instructors and have them teach you." It was a graphic novel anthology, full of text bubbles and pictures. Vespyr had meant to pull a reader or a math book. He'd just gotten unlucky.
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“Pushy, in your face, a little controlling?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. “I don’t get it. You lied about your name and literally hid, but the second she waltzed back in, you all hugged and made up. What was that? I... I don’t get it.”
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Corwin grimaced. He'd only ever spent 3 minutes with Cadenza, and she'd lied to him. Sure, she was cute and he thought she was pretty cool, but Janice was acting as though she was leaving to give them an intimate, lovey-dovey moment. He didn't even know what to do, because the awkwardness was thicker than cheese, and it filled the air. "Uh... So. Sorry." He rubbed at the back of his neck. "Your friend is certainly... enthusiastic?"
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He suddenly noticed Cadenza. “Nothing whatever,” he said quickly, voice inordinately high.
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“Nah. I’m cute enough for myself. But...” his face turned a little red. “Cadenza... she doesn’t really... uh. It’s dumb. We only talked once.”
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He smirked. “C’mon. I know you’ve fallen deeply and drastically in love with me, ya mooning mewler,” he teased, throwing his good arm over his eyes dramatically.
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“Yeah, right!” He said, “I wish someone would fuss over your wounded back so you’d leave me me alone!” It didn’t look at all like he was annoyed by her fussing. He just couldn’t let anyone see how weird it was to enjoy being cared about. He didn’t even know how to handle being cared about. “Just because you’re getting all sweet and smiles in my face isn’t gonna make me say we’re besties to go flower picking, painting nails, and talking about cute boys.”
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Corwin kept bantering with her about how he was perfectly fine, and how she was getting in his way -which wasn’t entirely true,- and how she now looked like someone had dipped a ninja action figure in ketchup, which was entirely true. His comebacks, though, were lacking. He glanced around for Cadenza.
