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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 9:48 am
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There had been a time when the Protectors of the Four Clans could have been found in the co-ed washroom fairly reliably, but those days seemed to have passed. The leaders of the horsemen likely had better things to do than sit around, and Mmur hadn't really had a problem with that until he'd wanted to speak to them. It was hard for him to admit, considering he'd always had such a well-defined purpose, but he was a little lost these days. He longed to be something more than he was. It consumed him when things got too quiet. He had never before met a Sage who had once been a soldier, at least not one who would admit to it, and he was completely unsure as to how one went about becoming one officially. The only people he could think to ask were the Protectors.
Even though he was fairly certain he wouldn't find them here today, Mmur had come to the washroom anyway, if only to look at the remnants of the yellow tape and crude signs that had been meant to keep people away. It was all... really weird. Letting out a lengthy sigh, the soldier took a seat against the wall, pulling several pieces of colorful string from the fabric at his waist and weaving them together. It was peaceful here. He supposed he could stick around for a while.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 4:53 pm
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 1:32 pm
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"Oh, this?" he asked, gesturing vaguely behind him. "This is where the Protectors of our clans gather when they want to be by themselves. Cymbeline, Eris, Invictus, and Aisa. I understand they came here more often before our Sanctuary was set up, but now they can just stay with us whenever they're here, so they're not around as much. Like... now." The soldier was not privy to the schedules of his leaders, but surely that was what they did, right?
The topic of the Sanctuary itself was left untouched, as was the fact that the heirs had been to Halloween long before most of their people. It had been two years since the isles had fallen, but the pain and anger he felt when he thought of them was still as fresh as it had been then.
robot kitten sorry mmur muse is a fickle pony
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 10:38 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 4:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 8:16 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 7:14 am
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