[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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Hopping into the chariot with Zek, he couldn't help but rub his temples as Athanasia hopped into questioning. He cleared his throat and said after her,"[color=4286f4] Arthur Stanford, [i]co-president[/i] of the hell raising committee.[/color]" He said, coyly smiling at his friend. He wouldn't be bombarding them with any questions, though he was full of them. Get to safety, then he could start to ask some clarifying questions. Granted, he may need a few less of those in light of the answers to Athanasia's questions.

He looked at the chariot in a bit of surprise. He got the theming for sure, but he couldn't help but think that there must be more practical design choices than those invented thousands of years ago. He supposed he wasn't to judge though, he was certainly in the dark on quite a few things, between the existence of gods and flying horses. Smiling at Athanasia, he made a calm down motion with his hands, [color=4286f4]"Let's get to safety first, then we can ask every question we can think of.[/color]" He wouldn't feel safe and happy until they were far away from this prison of a school.