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 Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 11:50 am
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These hands could hold the world,•••
Camilla awoke as she did every morning she had to wake up for Knit class. Groggy and annoyed. But the feelings would quickly subside as she climbed out of bed, showered and dressed. Feeling the air against her skin Camilla could tell it was going to be a very cold day even with the fire going in her room. Picking out the appropriate clothes for such a day, Camilla would dress quicker than usual. Sliding on tight black pants, a white button-down shirt and an underbust to cover her midsection. Grabbing a white fur coat and tieing up her thigh-high leather boots, Camilla was ready to go. Grabbing her bag on the way out of her room she stopped by her roommate's room and gave Rory's door a hard knock. ''Rory! I'm heading to class early; you still got time but don't drag your feet too much and end up late okay? See you at class! '' Camilla would say loudly to her through the door while simultaneously pulling her hair back into a pony-tail, tieing it, then brushing it, she was done speaking and was on her way out the door.
*Enter class*
Walking through the wind and snow Camilla was all smiles. She loved snow and the cold. She got to wear her favorite boots and coats in the cold and snow. The wind billowed her coat behind her a bit as she walked but she didn't mind. Walking with her hands out in front of her she'd try to see how many snowflakes she could catch. Eventually, this turned into training and Camilla began striking out with an open hand attempting to grab the snowflakes as they danced down to the ground from the sky. This allowed the time to pass and before she knew she had arrived at class. Opening the door Camilla stepped in and was pleasantly surprised to be the only one here. She figured she would be but there was always the special case of someone beating her here. Camilla took her self-assigned seat and took out her book, the same book she had been reading for a while now. The book on disarming and disabling. She had learned quite a bit from this little book and had gotten to test some of it out during the training sessions with Kayl and friends. Humming to herself lightly she would read in silence waiting for the others to arrive.
but it'll never be enough.•••
Outfit
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 9:06 am
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-- -- -- -- -- --
⦕ 𝓟𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪 ⦖
⦕ 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓿 ⦖
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⟣–––----- - - - - -
~ Philia entered on New Day ~
As the Professor made her way through the halls, her mind wandered to the students she'll be teaching... Wondering how they would be holding up. Whether or not they're still coping with the reality of what happened a few months ago, it was time to move forward. Upon reaching the classroom and pushing the door open she saw a single face present before her. Camilla. Then again this girl certainly was an early bird when it came to getting to class on time. Philia held a hand on top of her own head and ruffled her hair. "Good morning, Miss Umbrawalker." She greeted the student as she walked over to her desk, laying down the usual sheets she would always carry with her, as well as the book on the war between Trendel and Valor, a book that she had running her brain into overtime trying to solve.
She looked up from her desk to the student, noting the book she held. "Disarming hm? Certainly seem fond on learning self defense I see." Thinking about it, Camilla often appeared reading such material. Did she find herself thrilled to fight? A precaution? Curiosity? Her mind turned to the information she was provided regarding the girls raiment. It could be compared to that of a temporary "berserker" condition. Though in the past the girl described it, Philia had to wonder what her limitations would be. And if she could find out, how the girl could potentially minimise its drawbacks assuming she hasn't tried already. It likely tied in to her interest in studying combat so much. During this time the woman went silent as she started to write down on the profile sheet she made for the person in question... Namely to remember to speak with them sometime more convenient than when a class is about to start.
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OoC:
Feeling: Intrigued
Company: Camilla
Wearing: [Her Usual]
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 7:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 8:30 pm
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The_littlest_dragonfly Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 10:56 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 7:22 pm
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-- -- -- -- -- --
⦕ 𝓟𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪 ⦖
⦕ 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓿 ⦖
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⟣–––----- - - - - -
The woman raised an eyebrow curiously as Camilla addressed her. But for the moment her attention was set to listening as the student spoke of being strong to survive. From physically, to emotionally... The girl was certainly more aware of reality than most. The look at her eye however, she may have seemed frustrated. About what, is none of Philia business. Perhaps it serves as a fuel for her motivation. A fuel that is best not to tamper with.
Part way into the conversation another face arrived, Mikhail. Philia glanced over to the boy briefly and nodded her head. Unlike the girl he seemed far less inclined to converse. No doubt worried about the girl in the Infirmary who had supposedly been unconscious ever since the attack. Before she can reassure the male however Philia would allow the girl to finish speaking. The room went silent for a short time before the Professor would begin in a slow, calm voice. "Whatever the drive, it is bound to help you for as long as you allow it to. Strength is certainly more than just a physical trait, but it appears I do not keep to tell you this." Rising from her chair she would hold her arms behind her back and walk to the middle of the room. "While it is unlikely the power you possess encouraging you to improve, when used correctly it can be the catalyst that will allow you to protect what is dear to you." Philia paused to look over to Mikhail, her eye focusing on his expression briefly. Then returning to her desk she gave her student a short smile. "It is Miss, by the way. I have none dear to me as of this moment."
After sadly seeing no other faces arriving, Philia sighed as she figured yet again, little was going to happen. But perhaps she can still make her one student's days more productive. "Now. Seeing as your classmates are fashionably late... As per usual... How about we-" Her sentence was cut off by the sound of the door opening and a young boy entering the room with a note for the Prince. What it contained was not for her to pry about. And instead she decided to stay silent and await any possible comment from him. Perhaps what the paper contains will lift his spirits, or perhaps not.
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OoC:
Feeling: Neutral
Company: Mikhail, Camilla
Wearing: [Her Usual]
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 8:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2018 4:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2018 6:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2018 7:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2018 12:38 am
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These hands could hold the world,•••
Having stayed up too late Camilla awoke with a late start. Deciding the clothes she had worn yesterday would suffice, she would slide back into her outfit piece by piece. As the weather had worsened overnight she decided she'd dawn a coat this time around. Feeling the n** of cold in her room, and hearing the wind outside she sighed. Walking to class in this was going to suck no matter how prepared she was. Leaving her hair down this time she'd brush it quickly before pulling her coat up over her head and shoulders. Making sure she had her bag Camilla would head out of her dorm and out into the snow. But before that, she'd find a letter lying upon the floor. Opening it, she would read that the school was combining some of the classes. Why didn't really make sense to her but she wouldn't complain. More the merrier and all that. Stuffing the letter into her bag she'd head out.
*Some time later, Camilla enters class*
Reaching the building her class was to be held in Camilla sighed. She'd wonder how many more people were going to be in class now. To be honest she'd hope there was a lot. As of late her class seemed to get smaller and smaller. At this point, she was pretty sure Rory and herself were the only ones left in this class. Which was quite alarming. There had been so many that had disappeared from this class; Chester was the first, then their teacher Myrddin, followed by Xeih, Eko, and Taiki. The mere thought of this depressed her. Shaking her head slightly she decided to forget about it for now. Grasping the handle she turned it and stepped into the class as she knocked some of the snow off of her self. Looking around she already saw two people that were not normally here. One was the new girl from her Combat class. Nephthys was her name if she recalled. She seemed to be reading, though she couldn't make out what exactly she was reading. The other was an older man, a professor she'd assume.
Waving to the man she made her way over to her seat near the front of the class. She didn't bother gesturing to Nephthys at all because she didn't want to disturb her. Camilla took her reading very seriously and knew how it felt to be sucked into the book only to be pulled out by unwanted distractions. So maybe the two would get to talk and get to know one another better later during class. As she sat and got comfortable she would take out her own book and began reading. She only had a few more chapters of the self-defense book she'd been reading. She wondered if Rory would becoming to class or not but assumed she would probably sit out due to her injury. As she began reading her thoughts would trail off to the little fox girl she and Kayl had rescued from the snow. Was she okay? Camilla didn't get to stick around to find out. Giving her head a slight shake she focused in on reading and would ask Kayl about the matter later.
but it'll never be enough.•••
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2018 5:16 pm
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-- -- -- -- -- --
⦕ 𝓟𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪 ⦖
⦕ 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓿 ⦖
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~ Philia entered on New Day ~
The woman found herself yet again travelling down these halls, but with one difference. With winter she had switched to a warmer choice of clothing. A long, green dress with a thick cloak wrapped around her to allow the Enhancer to endure the storm that fell upon Eoana. She had been made aware her classroom would be shared with anoher however. Likely to do with the number of students that have been disappearing, leaving classrooms rather... Empty. "Perhaps they will be able to help, after all." Admittedly with the sudden snow storm it had ruined her idea of allowing Camilla and Rory to practice their raiments outside freely.
Soon Philia entered the room to find for once there was more than just Camilla present. A young female sitting on one of the desks, presumably a student from the Celebrar Class. And the male up front must be the Professor. "Good morning. You must be... Professor Smythe, correct? It's lovely to meet you." Philia had seen brief glimpses of the Celebrar but was yet to directly interact with him. Then again Philia was never one to initiate in idle chatter unless needed. She looked towards her own student, Camilla. "Where would your classmate be, Camilla?" Philia raised an eyebrow. The girl was yet again missing a class. While there may very well be reason for it, this could not continue for too long otherwise it may very well start affecting her progress. Or perhaps even resulting in punishments, depending on what the Court Mages would say. Now she thought about it, there was also no sign of the little noble boy, "Xeih..."
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OoC: Text~ Feeling: Disappointed Company: Ezra, Camilla, Nephthys Wearing: [Winter Cloak]
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2018 9:30 pm
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These hands could hold the world,•••
Camilla had been quietly reading when she heard the door open once more. Looking up from her book, Camilla would see her teacher, Ms. Makismov walk through the door. Smiling at her, Camilla would wave before finishing her book. As she finished the book, she would set it down and look back to her teacher as Ms. Makismov addressed her. Sighing she would answer. " Well, honestly I don't know. Last I checked I put her back to bed, I believe she needs to remain in bed a bit longer for medical reasons. " Camilla would cross her arms loosely under her chest. She wouldn't get into the details of why she believed Rory needed to remain in bed but she figured it was easy to grasp why.
Looking around she assumed this would be it. Though it would be cool to get to know the new girl a bit better. But the bigger question was what was the lesson plan gonna be? Were they going to do mixed studies? She wouldn't know what do to do with Celebrar methods, but she was always eager to learn. On the flip side, the same problem was present for Nephthys. She wouldn't know the first thing about Enhancer tactics or methods. Thinking of how this was all going to play out was making Camilla quite curious, to say the least.
but it'll never be enough.•••
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2018 8:12 pm
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 ♦♦♦ Nephthys Adler ♦♦♦ Profile {.+. }
OOC {""}
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The teen looked up when the familiar voice of Professor Smythe entered and addressed the room. She'd returned his salutation before her eyes fell back to the book. She finished the page she was on and marked her place with her library card until she could acquire an actual bookmark. By that time, the pink haired girl and a professor she didn't recognize were in the room and engaging in conversation. Nephthys had purposely chosen a seat at the back of the room under the assujmption most of the seats would be spoken for. She now realized this was a silly assumption. She gathered her things and moved to sit on Camilla's left to have the students be more centralized for whatever the teachers' lesson plan held. She left her book in her bag to give them her undivided attention.
Nephthys flashed a quick smile to Camilla as she adjusted herself in the new seat before looking around the room again. The blind student from the Celebrar class was nowhere to be seen. Her brow furrowed a bit, hoping her classmate was OK. It seemed theirs was not the only class that was missing a few, however, as Camilla and the female professor shared a few words regarding another pupil. The teen was curious to know whether Professor Smythe had already graded her paper from their last session but didn't know if he had access to all his materials as they were in a new room today. She also hadn't looked up until after he'd addressed the room and didn't see what- if anything- he'd brought with him. Once she was sure she wouldn't interrupt anyone, she inquired upon the question that had really been eating at her. With a slight raise of her hand just to gain the attention of one if not both of the professors, she asked "So-erm, will we be incorporating lessons from both techniques, or do we just split the room down the middle and work separately- but together...?" she'd used her hands as she spoke- a nervous habit of hers- to emphasize the words she'd failed to properly phrase. She'd clasped her palms on 'both', separated them to about shoulder length on 'separately' and brought them back on the word 'together'. Once she finished speaking she let her hands fall to her lap. Her cheeks had gone a bit pink as she'd felt the eyes of one to three people turn to face her when she spoke. Nephthys wasn't exactly a big fan of being the center of attention, especially in smaller, more centralized company.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2018 4:32 pm
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