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He had begun to follow the scent of Andersen until the scent of iron enveloped his nostrils. Sulley looked down at his clothing and frowned. [color=9e0b0f]'$8,000 suit...ruined...Thank you brother.'[/color] He turned away from his original direction and instead made his way to his dorm room, hoping to change. He pulled out his phone once more, hoping to get in touch with Andersen.

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"Hey this is Felix Andersen.....Wait. All I have to do is talk into this space here and it'll pick up my voice? How does tha- BEEEP"
Click.

[color=9e0b0f]"Dammit Andersen. What in hell is keeping you from answering your DAMN PHONE!"[/color]

[h2]Andersen[/h2]

He had sat in the corner of the room, regaining his equilibrium after the fiasco with the whiskey. His eyes were focused and the room still spun and he could feel himself start to dehydrate. He looked around the room until his eyes lock onto Niall. "Excuse me, Niall? would you mind helping me out here. I first need some water and then if you or anyone else can help me out of this armour that would be great. It's definitely getting hot under here." He used the table next to him to stand up as he made his way over to the couch nearest Morgan. Once there, he removed his eagle sculpted spaulders, allowing the cloth that hung from it to drop to the floor open. "[i]Alae deferent, Ungues defendere, unum corpus[/i]", was inscribed on the cloth as well as a well designed dragon and eagle, both of which seemed to hold a large sword. It was only minutes later did an ever familiar voice pierce trhough the room. Kiara had managed, despite what had happened, to come to the "after party" of sorts. Andersen looked over at her, only making eye contact once before he looked back at his armour and continued to take parts of it off. After he managed to get his left bracer off, he noticed that he had dropped his phone and saw that there was a missed call from Sulley. 'Dammit'. He sent him a quick text:

[i]Sulls, it's Felix. In room 308? I think. A lot of your classmates are here as well as Kiara I think. If you can stop by when you get a chance."[/i]

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Sulley had gotten back to his room safely, minus the blood that trickled along his pave, leaving a slightly smoky smell in the hallway. Once inside he made his way to his closet and set out a new set of clothes. Brown dress shoes with khaki slacks, white shirt and overalls with a black fedora with a brown strap. Classy look, it reminded him of the 40s, or was it the 20s? He didn't remember nor care. He took off his old suit and chucked it into the trash since any form of salvage was nigh impossible or improbable. He hoped into the shower and let the water run down him. He sat there quietly, listening to the water hit the bottom surface of the shower.

[color=9e0b0f][i]Of all the childish things I could have done...It had to be that.[/i][/color] He could hear the water run down the drain. In silence he stood. After about 15 minutes or so he was changing into his newly set clothes, the phone on his bed had buzzed. Sulley looked down and snorted a puff a smoke. [color=9e0b0f]"Finally..."[/color] He picked up his phone, swiped off the lock screen and read the text message. No emotion showed on his face. [color=9e0b0f]"I have to apologize..."[/color]