3rd judgment || [action: multiple areas/BBS]

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[Morning: Front Gate]

[So what has Redglare been doing? Actually, no one knows. As much as she should take interest in the exams earlier, she actually didn't.

At least, because she didn't get to judge them.

Plus, she's been reacquainting herself with everything via smell. Apparently vision isn't something of interest to her. At all.] Silly pink creatures. Seeing seems so boring when you can smell like I do.

[Yeah...she might just be smelling everything and anything. That means people too. If you smell really good, she might lick you. No. She will. It's just one of those mornings.]

[Afternoon: Cafeteria]

[Redglare is sitting in the cafeteria all smug as usual. She's got an unopen soda in front of her, but for some reason she doesn't seem at all interested in it.] Does someone wish to consume this bubbly, strange beverage for me? I only wish for the can.

[You heard her right.]

[BBS]

As I had expected, I have full control of my wonderful senses. But I will not bore you with such details as I know none of you wish to hear about the wonderful things I have smelled.

It seems that my little descendant isn't around anymore? I'm severely disappointed that it seems that not many who care about what I care are around.

It is actually quite dull.

But I am curious. Any of the trolls of the female side of the spectrum interested in a "girl's night out"? I have no idea what that is, but I assume that it is only for those of the female species. However, I would like to offer out to go into the city together and do that thing where you choose clothes and talk a lot about nothing important. Oh, and perhaps eat before returning back to the Garden. It sounds ridiculous and frivolous, but I believe that some certain trolls require to converse more. Or eat more. Or, you know, stop being a bitch at times. But I digress!

Do please reply to me. I would love to know if we can have a night out.

-Instructor Redglare

02 | action

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[Jazz is moving through the Horizons, a fishing pole over her shoulder and a box of lures in hand. She's wearing pants with boots and a t-shirt that she'd never miss if it got fish gut stains. There'd been nothing to do this morning, and she'd already read almost every book in the psychology section of library twice, and she'd used the Fenton Fisher, so how hard would it be to bag a fish?

...much easier than a crazy ghost, she hoped.]

02 ♠ Action

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*If you are anywhere in the Training Center today, there's a good chance you'll run into a short little black carapace amusing himself by beating the shit out of some monsters with a crowbar.

He isn't in a bad mood exactly, just frustrated and dealing with it in the only way he knows how. He could probably just use someone to talk to, actually. Or someone to spar with.*