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[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[When he first transportalized into the Balamb Garden dormitories, he was confused. He was sure he'd entered the warp gate that lead to the Land of Quartz and Melody, but Aradia was no where to be seen. Was this some new, hidden challenge level he'd randomly journeyed to? They'd only just started SGRUB, it was possible...]

[Except, the acceptance letter siting on the sleep square sort of suggested otherwise. And while he wasn't thrilled to be delayed in his mission to make Aradia his girlfriend guide the b100 team to flawless victory, the words "time compression" were involved. And if he knew anything about time shenanigans, it's that they were better off being left to the experts. And while the experts attempted to figure out how to get every one back to their own worlds, he might as well make the most out of his time here and gain ALL THE LEVELS. With any luck, he'd be back before anyone knew to miss him, mwahahahaha.]

[And the course catalog was filled with so many interesting classes... How could he ever chose?]

[He couldn't, that's how, and he spent hours pouring over the selection, putting together different combinations and specializations until finally, hunger forced him to emerge from his assigned respiteblock.]

[He made it to the front door of the dormitories before he was forced to beat a hasty retreat. It was day. Oh gee, it was the day. He'd been up all night, and now it was day, and he was hungry, and the sun was out.]

[There is now a troll pressed back against the wall opposite the main entrance, trying his darnedest not to look guilty and/or terrified. WHAT DO?]

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[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[A sudden look of pain shoots over his face as he slides away, leaning forward, his hands clenching to his leg.]

F-UCK!

[A very obvious loud exclamation of pain leaves him as he sits up slowly, his hand tracing into the dent in his thigh. He clenches his fangs and snarls, soon taking breath and putting on a smile, looking to Equius.]

Awww, look what ya did Zahhak. Got a dent now... You're gonna have to fix that. [Grin. Ow, it's painful. Oh well.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

I do not have to do anything, mudblood, especially not for the likes of you. You deserve to walk around with that dent, you disgusting little mooch.

[He calmly licks an apple clean of delicious, cheesy sauce. Oh gosh, this stuff is amazing, he needs more of it]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Don't be like that~ I'm sure you want to take a look at these bad boys anyways so you can see what kinda work you do in the future? [Scoots back over, trying not to touch his legs right now.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Not really. [He shrugs and stands, taking a bite of his apple as he walks away from the table. He heads back towards the food, licking excess cheese sauce off the side of his hand as he goes.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs with a smile.]

If you sa~y so~. Enjoy your cheese Sweatquius. [He rolls his eyes and jumps off the table, doing his best to ignore the pain in his leg. Whatev, maybe it'd up his threshold anyways.]

[Plus, he really doesn't feel like playing the dominant blood caste bullshit right now. Dealing was so much less tiring. And to be honest, he was getting his fill of Equius.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[He glances over his shoulder at Tavros and rolls his eyes. Stupid, filthy, unruly peasant. It sort of made him long for the real Tavros; as pathetic and worthless as he was, at least he knew his place. This one just, ugh.]

[Well, at least maybe now he'd be able to fill his digestive sac in peace]