rita o4: has nothing better to do

[blastiaphilia.livejournal.com]

Alright, I'm bored. After this, it's only one more week of classes before exams, right? And it's all too easy. So, tell you what: I'll help out. If you need a hand and my valuable brain, just ask.

I'm up for helping with Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Mathematics, Intro to Para-Magic and GFs, and Intro to Magic. Just shove a message into the computer and we'll arrange something for study week. Just don't expect me to go easy on you.

R. Mordio.

Shard 1 \\ Quad

[stormofstones.livejournal.com]

["Time Compression." Feh.

Knuckles hadn't been very happy about the letter at all, or the fact that he was here. Forget how he got here -- they didn't even know how to get him back, or where the Master Emerald was, and that had -- well, let's just say a few people were going to need replacement chairs or desks, and one unlucky person was going to need to have their wall repaired.

Thankfully, it hadn't taken him long to actually find the Master Emerald -- completely intact and, well, on his person. THAT had been fun.

He had retired to the Quad, placing the gem on the ground and allowing it to return to its natural size, closing his eyes as he put his hands against the side.

He was relieved -- oh so relieved -- that it seemed completely untouched by the ride here, and sighed softly.]

[Action] Lobby: Snow's in the house

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

[Back -- and hey, allowed to mingle this time, we're making progress!

Snow felt like crashing through a couple of huge doors dramatically, but, well, there were none. So instead he strode through the front gate and into the lobby, coat trailing behind him with a hint of melodrama. One hand lifted, he waved to pretty much everyone he saw. He wasn't going to be a distant instructor.

Really, there wasn't much about him that said 'Instructor' at all -- though he wasn't bothering to hide the burned-white l'cie brand on his forearm, either]