Joan's eyes slowly dried up, leaving her lying on the floor in a ball clutching her sword. She slowly gets up. She speaks to no one in particular. "Who is right? Can I even know that? God, why will you not answer me? Where is your guidance, your holy light? WHAT. SHOULD. I. DO?" Theres nothing left for me here. If I stay, I will get roped into the fight on a side I do not even know is right. Maybe neither side is right? Maybe that is what God was telling me? Maybe I need to find out on my own? Either way, I can't stay here. Joan hurriedly grabs her gear, and puts it in a backpack with her bare necessities. With that, she leaves her room.
Horatia took some. Then almost immediately spit it out. Dear lord, that stuff was strong. "Bah! Oh dear, that's not my taste at all...!" She handed the bottle back gingerly, gagging slightly. Francesca punched her playfully on the shoulder, Horatia shot her a reproachful look. "I'm not used to it, okay...?"
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -ImcaProfessor Wayne was groggy and irritable. After that long staff meeting and the drama resulting from the beginning of hostilities he had finally gotten to bed before remembering Professor Greene had told him to check out the school visitors. Dragging himself out of bed he double-checked the sign-in sheet in the office and found only person was still in the school.
Damn, this late. Who do they think they are, making me work overtime?
Wayne made his way to the dorms and knocked loudly on one room where the talking was loudest.
"Hey! Visiting hours are over!" he bellowed. "And the rest of you get back to your own rooms!"
Jenny sighed, exhausted from the busy day. While she would prefer to patrol herself, she could only hope now that the school faculty had been smart enough to post guards to ensure that the school was not taken by surprise. She collapsed on her bed, to tired to even undress, and fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow.
Until I get back, the Loyalists have permission to bunny my character in battle if there's a consensus on what she should do.
"Your mission is not to nuke the squid god." —FaramirMarlene surreptitiously pulled out her phone, and sent an email to one Ms. Lock.
Erica,
It's Marlene. Remember September? You know,
You, Rickenbacker, girl's shower room? I covered for you by getting me and my girls in detention.
You owe me, and my friends need a favor, so operation Anglo-Saxon is go.
Kisses,
Marlene Richtofen
Shortly after sending that e-mail, the sound of loud British Punk and Fireworks could be heard from the direction of the staff Dormitories.
TVTropes Nuzlocke Thread. - Arceus Help Us All.Wayne finally entered the room and marched Horatia and her visiting friend out. "Bed, the rest of you!" he snapped and Voirrey, but not noticing the few hiding girls. He turned and left with the few girls and one woman he had collected.
Then fireworks started going off. "What the hell?" Wayne looked around wildly for a moment, then dashed to a window in the hall.
A few seconds later he was dashing out the hall, his girl entourage in tow.
"Be a teacher, they said. Raise the next generation, they said..."
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As they passed Voirrey slid each of them a paper but kept her attention stay on Horatia and her suitor.
"Frany, ya made it is Annaon. Yer no failure," Voirrey said with a smile, "Tia, take care a' her, right? If either o' ya let th' other get 'erself hurt, I'll 'ave nae mercy."
The papers listed a location in woods outside of they'd all be able to get to relatively undetected and a time, two in the morning, specifically.
edited 1st Jul '11 11:13:33 AM by Fauxlosophe
More than a few people woke up thinking the school was under attack by the rebels. Students and staff poured out of the dorms looking about wildly, thinking bullets and bombs would fall on them at any moment.
It took a few minutes for everyone to realize the "bombs" were exploding harmlessly in the air and a familiar band was playing through the speakers. Though the staff were furious, the students, after witnessing the battle for Sumter Base, found it stress relieving. Many were laughing and a few even danced to the tunes.
Eventually the noise died down and the girls were all threatened with whatever punishment the nearest teacher could think of to get them back to the dorms. Once again it was all quiet on the West Point campus grounds.
The next day it was found that over 40 students had disappeared from the school. Most of them were from the South.
Voirrey looked around at the woods. She'd dragged Sims out. And Mister Hops. She grabbed a couple changes of clothes, various contraband including the Television, Posters and whatever else she could cram. Most of it could fit in her backback but it was now incredible heavy and included no rations. The distraction gave her time to help Simone pack too. She took one of the bottles of whiskey but left the other with Franscia.
Collins seemed to have slipped off on her own about halfway though.
Now the sun was nearly up and they were sitting at the rendezvous point.
Voirrey was still holding up due to her nap but even on her the effects were still kicking in. She looked over at Simone.
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Marlene floated gently down next to Voirrey. "You wanted us to meet you here?"
TVTropes Nuzlocke Thread. - Arceus Help Us All."Indeed I did. Has anyone else shown up, or are we the first?"
TVTropes Nuzlocke Thread. - Arceus Help Us All.

"'Course," Voirrey said passing her the bottle, "Take whit ya need."
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