[center][h2][color=white][u]       [i][b][color=gray]✣[/color]  [color=red]Markus[/color] and [color=c4df9b]Drasil[/color]  [color=silver]⍣ [/color][/b][/i]       [/u]
[color=silver][sup][sup][b]~Location: [color=gray]Pakora Academy[/color]~[/b][/sup][/sup][/color]
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[color=f26522][b]“You heard? Well good! Means I don’t have to repeat myself over your freaking huge horns Horny!” [/b][/color]the gun continued to spout. It was to its great pleasure that the girl with the melons graced both itself and its owner with her divine presence, a radiance that seemed to warm even the undead’s bones. Or maybe that was just something else. [color=f26522][b]“Whoah, whoah, you’re even bigger up close, badaboooom!”[/b][/color]

Markus didn’t seem to share his weapon’s enthusiasm and instead met Taura with the same neutral gaze he gave everyone. She seemed to, like many, excel in the art of observation and obvious. Knowing his weapon would probably butt in before him, the undead just nodded to answer her question in the affirmative. [color=ed1c24]“And you are?”[/color]

Yet to his surprise, someone who wasn’t his toting weapon answered before him. Another student from what he could tell, and a male at that. Markus stepped to the side as the newbie hounded the bull girl like a raging member of the respectable press, firing off an offer for an autograph before revealing the girl’s name to everyone in the area.

[b][color=f26522]“Taura? Oh wow! Yeah, that’s a bull name. Not full of bullshit if you get what I mean? Badabooom!”[/color][/b] the gun continued to say, physically rattling now in Markus’ holster. The undead opened his mouth to try and get a word in edgewise but even then, he would be interrupted by yet another third party. Ascot would find notebook and pen subsequently ripped out of his hands; not by any physical force, but by a powerful gust of wind.

As if beckoned by a call, the something was stomping right towards the little group before an arm clenched Taura’s shoulder hard. Said arm belonged to a very grumpy looking [url=http://i.imgur.com/Q1lHnHwl.jpg]girl[/url]. She glared at everyone present but especially at Taura and Ascot. [color=c4df9b]“And what do you think you’re doing?”[/color] she asked to the both of them, voice already dipping into a hiss like a lashing gust of wind.
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[center][@HylianRose], [@Letter Bee], [@KoL][/center]