Lenah
Lenah had been spending most of her time inside, in a hospital bed -or was it a sick-bay bed?-, because they didn't like her walking around. Apparently she had managed to break a couple of ribs after all, they had simply not gotten as much bent out of place as they had been smashed. She made a mental note of not underestimating Mirabelle. During her time in the sick-bay, she had taken the time to consider her actions, she really had to apologize for getting upset.
Then Seth had come, probably just to see if she was in any shape to train or battle or whatever he wanted out of her. She had informed him of that it likely wouldn't happen for a while, but that she still wished to a part of it all. With an afterthought, she had also mentioned the fact that she had gotten someone else to take her place, Sol. Whether Seth approved of this, she couldn't tell.
Even now, she had to spend more time resting. Her things, she had been told, would be placed in the new dorm, but she had to stay in the sick-bay for a couple more days. Likely someone had arranged that so that she wouldn't get in trouble, and Lenah had to admit she did like trouble a little too much sometimes. Still, this was getting dull. At least Sol had been there, spoken to her and poked fun at her current state, while scratching those stubbles of his, explaining how difficult it had been to get there.
"You owe me," he had said as he left, and Lenah had just chuckled.
"No," she had replied. "I don't, and you know that very well."
"I had to try, didn't I?" he had asked, and she had just shaken her head. She wondered if any of the others was aware of where she was, and if they were worried. Knowing Seth, he had probably not told them yet.
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Solomon
Sol stretched, suitcase fastened on his back. He was walking through the school court-yard, wondering how monsters could afford a school like this, with a court-yard and even a garden. The medical bay where Lenah was had pretty nice too.
Then again, am I really surprised that they have a lot of money?
He was fairly sure of that the richest people in the world had some times to that either way, and who knew, perhaps the crazies screaming lizard overlords weren't as crazy as everyone wanted them to.
Speaking of lizard people... green hair, golden eyes, quite the dashing grin, isn't that the guy I was supposed to talk to? Seth?
"Hi there, Seth, I assume? I mean, she did say I was looking for someone quite handsome." He smirked, though it was somewhat charmingly. "My name is Solomon Thorn, I'm here to... help you with the cultist problem you seem to have. Lenah sent me, according to her you already know that."
Lenah had been spending most of her time inside, in a hospital bed -or was it a sick-bay bed?-, because they didn't like her walking around. Apparently she had managed to break a couple of ribs after all, they had simply not gotten as much bent out of place as they had been smashed. She made a mental note of not underestimating Mirabelle. During her time in the sick-bay, she had taken the time to consider her actions, she really had to apologize for getting upset.
Then Seth had come, probably just to see if she was in any shape to train or battle or whatever he wanted out of her. She had informed him of that it likely wouldn't happen for a while, but that she still wished to a part of it all. With an afterthought, she had also mentioned the fact that she had gotten someone else to take her place, Sol. Whether Seth approved of this, she couldn't tell.
Even now, she had to spend more time resting. Her things, she had been told, would be placed in the new dorm, but she had to stay in the sick-bay for a couple more days. Likely someone had arranged that so that she wouldn't get in trouble, and Lenah had to admit she did like trouble a little too much sometimes. Still, this was getting dull. At least Sol had been there, spoken to her and poked fun at her current state, while scratching those stubbles of his, explaining how difficult it had been to get there.
"You owe me," he had said as he left, and Lenah had just chuckled.
"No," she had replied. "I don't, and you know that very well."
"I had to try, didn't I?" he had asked, and she had just shaken her head. She wondered if any of the others was aware of where she was, and if they were worried. Knowing Seth, he had probably not told them yet.
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Solomon
Sol stretched, suitcase fastened on his back. He was walking through the school court-yard, wondering how monsters could afford a school like this, with a court-yard and even a garden. The medical bay where Lenah was had pretty nice too.
Then again, am I really surprised that they have a lot of money?
He was fairly sure of that the richest people in the world had some times to that either way, and who knew, perhaps the crazies screaming lizard overlords weren't as crazy as everyone wanted them to.
Speaking of lizard people... green hair, golden eyes, quite the dashing grin, isn't that the guy I was supposed to talk to? Seth?
"Hi there, Seth, I assume? I mean, she did say I was looking for someone quite handsome." He smirked, though it was somewhat charmingly. "My name is Solomon Thorn, I'm here to... help you with the cultist problem you seem to have. Lenah sent me, according to her you already know that."